Wide shot of a grand academy floating above clouds — towers glowing with mana.
Narration:> Aetherion Academy — the place where the strongest awaken… and the weak disappear.
Classroom filled with glowing magic circles. Students show off their mana colors — red, blue, gold…
Instructor:> "Next! Hamza, your turn to measure your mana.
A silent boy with messy black hair steps forward. His eyes are dull gray.
Student (whispering):
> "That's the village kid, right? I bet his mana's zero."
Another:"He shouldn't even be here."
Hamza touches the crystal. The mana stone stays dark — no glow at all.
Crowd:> "Pfft— HAHAHA!"
Instructor (sighs):"No mana response… you're dismissed."
Hamza quietly turns away, eyes calm but distant.
Hamza (thinking):> "Still can't release even a drop without breaking it…"
[In Night]
Hamza stands alone in a forest outside the academy, moonlight shining through trees.
Hamza:> "Let's test it... just a little."
He raises his hand — the air bends, trees sway violently, the ground cracks.
: BOOOOM
Narration:> The power he hides... could erase kingdoms.
Hamza clenches his fist, resealing the power.
Hamza (smiling slightly):> "Still too much. Can't let anyone know… yet."
[Next Morning]Students chatting in courtyard.
Girl 1:> "Did you hear? Someone blew half the forest last night!"
Girl 2:"Probably an upper-year. No way it was anyone from Class F."
Hamza walks by silently.
Zoom on his eyes — calm, unreadable.
Narration:> The weakest student…
Or maybe the most dangerous one.