[Monster Academy —]
The morning sun bled through the high stained glass of the great hall, painting shifting colors across the crowd of gathered students. The air hummed with restless chatter— boots scraping, whispers passing, wings flicking. Something was different today.
Principal Camila stood on the raised stage, hands clasped neatly before her, beside her was Darren, who looked as collected as ever, though his eyes carried that sharp glint of calculation that never seemed to fade. Behind them hung the Academy's black-and-gold banner, swaying gently from the high ceiling like a silent witness.
When the murmurs grew too loud, Camila raised her hand. Instantly, the hall fell into silence— the kind that seemed to breathe all on its own.
"Students of Monster Academy," she began, her tone was calm but commanding. "You have all heard whispers of what's to come— some true, others… imaginative. Today, I am here to bring clarity."
