Professor Harven, a seasoned practitioner as a mage in the Darkness element made his presence known by a casual walk through the door. The air once lively fell silent at his presence as his grey eyes surveyed his audience of students before landing on Jarren for a second too long.
"Welcome back class, I hope that your holidays were well spent." His voice calm echoing through the dark room. Visible yes but dark enough for easier casting. "Today we'll be focusing on rotational glyphs stability." The chalk manipulated with a bit of malcore wrote the aforementioned words onto the ebony chalkboard.
From there it proceeded to draw a glyph on the board for demonstration, simple at first glance and as advertised in the textbook but more than it seemed. The chalk drifted back to his table. "But first, it would be ignorant of me to ignore unconventional glyph drawn by one of you." No words were said but all eyes landed on Jarren who sat at the back.
"Jarren, I do think that some of us would greatly benefit from a brief demonstration of your work." Jarren merely let our a thin smile as he made his way to the podium, the structure akin to a lecture class. "If you say so though I doubt you'd understand."
A poke at Harven's demeanor, he refused to react as his cold gaze remained persistent. "Please don't waste our time." A dark circle formed at Jarren's feet, a glyph they were all used to but from there, all form of relativity ceased to exist. The slow clockwise rotating circle broke perfectly at it's horizontal forming two smaller circles that now rotated in perfect opposition of each other.
Another circle formed encapsulating the growing madness of the former two. The same process repeated itself over and over till the circles were no longer visible to the human eye. All of a sudden the outer circle came to a grinding halt, strange words etched themselves not only into at the inner edges but at the smaller circles as well descending into eternity.
Slowly his shadow cane to be, mimicking Jarren's form. It's horns a cause for concern, it's gaping maw entrancing to look at along with it's body that seemed to be composed of stars. However there was more than just sparkle, those faint glimmers that entranced the eyes were realities, souls of gods and horrors put in perpetual limbo of purgatory.
It's bleak milky eyes a reflection into one's soul without their knowledge. He saw each and every one of their souls, their pasts presents and futures alike in the flicker of a second. Most students have their awes of glories while the professor snapped out of his trance.
"Rather impressive however what you're doing is illogical in terms of theory. To make the outer circle come to a complete stop would result in the caster facing backlash such as heavy fractures in their pools or even in death. Secondly malcore rejects symmetrical arrays past three circles. Results nothing short of catastrophic." His mind rummaging through all theory that supported such a feat only to fall short.
"What were those incantations you cast after making the outer circle halt? I've never seen such words!" A student asked, he chuckled. "Those weren't incantations. I'm not some primitive shaman to be barking words like a dog. The words themselves are pointless if you haven't managed to figure out the basics I've shown."
His tone flat however Harven knew what kind of impact this would cause in the Maga sphere. There were casters who executed without words but such people were few and the spells cast usually simple. However for something that defied theory to be cast without words made it all the more difficult to decode given that the words themselves were encrypted.
"That's enough for now, you may return back to your seat." Harven sighed, his mind still absorbed with the demonstration. The class went on as normal however students couldn't help but raise Jarren's glyph. 'They still that it's a glyph. How adorable.'
What he had shown them wasn't a glyph but a portal to which a god or horror would have the chance to escape their purgatory and have their souls controlled by Solon in his mind. Once done they were sent back to their hell scape and another would be chosen. How many he had devoured, he had lost count but the image of gods weeping formed a memorable canvas on his blank shadow.
"We'll have a surprise test tomorrow to help jog your minds so I hope that you are all excitement." And just like that the class came to an end. Given that he had only one element to study, he was free for the rest of the day. Rather than waste it, he chose to spend it refining his body at the knighthood halls.
The Knighthood wing domain was less of a class and more of an arena. All kinds of weapons could be seen coat the walls, sigils and crests adding to the decor. Most of those present already absorbed with in their training to notice him.
He wasn't the only one here as a monopath, a student who chose one element and ran with it. However monopaths were few in numbers alongside hybrids, those who chose Maga and Knighthood as their choice. Displeased with the eyes resting on his figure he made his way outside where he was met with a vast expanse of students running drills.
Wandering eyes rested on his figure, wondering what a noble like him was doing at a place like this. It was clear that he lacked a class and knowing that he was an elementalist meant that he was a monopath. Unheard of from a noble.
He grabbed an adjacent sword, inspected it before starting his training. The gravel shifted beneath his boots, his movements fluid as he went on in his own world. Cleans arcs cut through the air as he dabbled from low defense holds to high guard postures.
His shoulders carrying a deadly torque, his legs never fully getting off the ground as his hips expertly guided his mass. All within the ceiling of an Iron Strider. His moves lacking active aggression yet filled with grace. A sight to truly behold. "His form isn't bad."
A instructor mused, his students running laps across the track. "For an Iron Strider it's definitely better than some of those I have. His breathes refined and measured all too well. He's Jarren Velros, correct?" Another inquired. By now his name had spread to the professors about his puppeteering and darkness element.
"Well yes but he's nothing like before. There's this calm and regal stillness about him that it feels... artificial. Like it's a mask to something lurking beneath." The former spoke, his eyes taking way too much time to linger on his figure. "A monopath noble, that's definitely unheard of."
A third joined their conversation. "It's a shame that he hasn't chosen knighthood as his choice. A waste of talent in my opinion." He went on however the three couldn't dwell too much as they had to get back to their students.
His body was perfectly fine, his stamina endless without a single drop of sweat on him. He wasn't trying to refine his skills but rather gauge the limits of the body that he was in. 'Looks like I'll have to make a visit to the Scholar's Vault.' The Scholar's Vault, a shop of sorts for the students who wanted to acquire resources, take on missions, duels and more.
From there he would be able to buy Silver Vow Molt, a sample of which he would need to extract and refine himself. However not because it ran on shards meant that nobles had a ticket to the top. There were stipends restricting how much one would be able to purchase at the Vault thus if one wanted to overcome this limit they would have to engage themselves in quests, duels and such.
There were tokens handed out by professor and instructors however this was rare to come by. Returning the sword, he made his way off the grounds and to no one's watch vanished into thin air. Becoming a shadow that started to drift through the halls of the school. In such a form no one would be capable of sensing him unless he allowed it.
His mind however had a specific location in mind.
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"I'm... I'm here Instructor Veriyal Drahl." The sound frail belonging to that of a woman, third year who seemed rather shy. Next to her in the now empty training hall was the instructor, Veriyal who had a look of contempt on her face. "What is it Meryln? You're still standing there waiting for me to make a move?"
Jarren's presence took a front row seat at the two girls, one coy and the other aggressive. "I'm sorry, Miss Veriyal." In a soft resigning sigh, her hands made her way to her shirt bringing them up to showcase her sexy white lingerie. "Looks like I'll have to do everything myself."
With a grunt, Veriyal pushed Meryln's figure to the wall and without delay brought down her bras to showcase her rosy nipples and fairly ample breasts. "I've told you that you should feel more free around me." Meryln was met with a hot kiss from Veriyal to which she could only endure.
'So even here it's prevalent as well.' He couldn't help but wonder, watching the two ladies involved in an erotic scene as strands of saliva proved testament of their kiss. "See, just feel free and let your body melt in my arms." Meryln's body froze as she felt Veriyal's fingers slide down her pants.
"Ahh~~" Her moans slipped out of her mouth eliciting a devilish smile from Veriyal. Without hesitation Veriyal got rid of her armor, making her masked breasts come to life. They were much larger than Meryln's and her darker skin tone made them all the more exciting to see twitch about.
Their breasts brushed, nipples kissing as the two exchanged a sloppy kiss falling to the floor. Veriyal on top and Meryln at the bottom. "See, all you have to do is relax and you'll feel the ecstacy." Her slender fingers kissed Meryln's folds making her figure shiver in anticipation, her mind slowly blurred with the fog of lust and bliss.
What followed was Veriyal absolutely dominating Meryln. Her fingers plunged deep into her pussy as her lips connected with hers muffling her moans that rang through the entire hall and Jarren, he had a front row seat to it all. "Ahhh~~" Every now and then Meryln's moans would manage to escape further driving Veriyal to plunge deeper.
The warmthness of her pussy, how tight it clung onto her fingers or how her arm was drenched in her juices. It was clear that the two were enjoying every second of it. "Ohh~~ I'm about to cum!!" Her ass rose to the air as fountains of cum flowed from with no end in sight.
"Well since you're sated, it's time to deal with me honey." Without warning, Veriyal shifted her ass right onto Meryln's face. Sticking out her tongue, she started off with a tease which elicited a shiver from Veriyal. "You like games, huh?" Shifting her position, the two ladies were now locked with Meryln licking Veriyal's dark pussy and vice versa.
As for Jarren, he watched with that serpentine smile on his face. 'I'm sure relationships between staff and students is illegal, Miss Veriyal.'