Academy of Infernal Arts

Mark studied the metallic collar encircling June's neck, his transformed senses picking up the subtle hum of suppression technology. The device was clearly designed to dampen Starborn abilities, but actual magic operated on entirely different principles. "Oh, this horrid thing!" He clasped his hands

Mark reached the main entrance with two minutes to spare, positioning himself near one of the massive stone pillars that flanked the academy's doors. Students streamed past him in clusters, their conversations creating a steady buzz of background noise. He checked his watch, then immediately regrett

Mark sat in the leather chair across from Principal Harris's imposing mahogany desk, fidgeting with the temporary classification card he'd received yesterday. The office's towering bookshelves and prestigious awards created an atmosphere that made him feel smaller than usual, despite his recent disc

Mark descended the stairs, each step feeling lighter without the weight of his formal attire. The familiar creak of the third step from the bottom brought a smile to his face—something that had bothered him during his transformed state but now felt like coming home. In the kitchen, Haoyu sat hunched

The world exploded into fragments around Mark, reality shattering like glass struck by a hammer. Each shard reflected a different version of himself—thousands, millions, infinite copies stretching in every direction through dimensions that shouldn't exist. Mark felt himself moving, though his dying

The artificial island of New Hope rose from the azure waters like a monument to humanity's stubborn refusal to surrender. Gleaming towers of The artificial island of New Hope rose from the azure waters like a monument to humanity's stubborn refusal to surrender. Gleaming towers of reinforced steel a