A black-haired girl slowly rose from her seat, wearing a flowing black dress that clung tightly to her body. A shadowy gown-veil hung over her head, casting a faint shadow over her pale, expressionless face.
Her skin was like porcelain, made more noticeable by the inky black lipstick that painted her lips. Dark kohl traced her eyes, matching the abyss-like black of her irises, and her fingernails—glossy and pitch black—flashed faintly as her hand brushed against her robes.
Each step she took made the crowd's heart race in fear and trepidation. A few students shivered as she passed, yet no one dared to stare at her for more than a second as they all averted their gazes.
"Nyss Blackwell. Duke House Blackwell. Six Mana Channels. Mana Capacity: High. Tier 3 Thunder and Tier 3 Shadow Affinity."
"What the fuck! Another Advanced Affinity User???" A student nearly cried tears of regret for being born in this generation.
