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As they entered the room, Elyon took in the sight of the classroom. Long wooden tables were arranged in neat rows, sloping downward toward the front of the room, where a raised platform stood for the instructor. To the right of the pedestal, a giant window stretched from floor to ceiling, allowing golden sunlight to pour in and bathe the room in warmth.
It seemed that class had not yet begun. Elyon glanced around, noticing students already scattered throughout the room. Some were chatting with one another in excited voices, while others sat quietly, immersed in books or deep in thought. The energy in the air was expectant, buzzing with anticipation.
Elyon turned to his side, expecting to see Alan beside him, but the space was empty. He scanned the room and quickly spotted Alan seated alone in the uppermost corner, away from the others. Elyon sighed.
Since I have to stay with this guy for the whole school year, he thought to himself, I might as well try to make friends with him.
He made his way through the rows and quietly took the empty seat beside Alan. Alan didn't acknowledge him; his gaze was distant, fixed on something beyond the window, as if lost in a different world. Elyon didn't speak, nor did Alan. An awkward silence settled between them, filled only by the murmurs and rustling around the room.
Elyon let his eyes wander again. He noticed the absence of certain students. The royal students aren't here, he thought with a furrowed brow. Are they in a different class?
He realized that some of the noble children were also missing. It seemed this classroom didn't include all the most privileged students, which only raised more questions in Elyon's mind.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted. A hush fell as the door opened and the instructor entered. All conversation ceased, and every pair of eyes turned forward.
The man who walked in had an imposing presence. His long black hair flowed down to his elbows, and his piercing green eyes swept over the room with quiet intensity. He wore a black leather cloak that gave him a mysterious and commanding air.
This must be Instructor Renos, Elyon thought.
Renos's face was unreadable—neither harsh nor kind, devoid of any smile or warmth. A faint green aura seemed to radiate from his body, subtly pulsing like a heartbeat. He stepped confidently onto the instructor's pedestal and scanned the room once more before speaking.
"Hello, class. My name is Renos Thorn. I will be your spellcasting instructor. You will all refer to me as Mr. Thorn or Mr. Renos. I don't care which you prefer."
His voice was calm but firm, carrying the weight of someone who demanded respect without needing to raise it.
"Let me set the rules straight from the start. In my class, there is no slacking off. You are to try your absolute best and adapt."
Without another word, he turned to the chalkboard and began the lesson.
"Before we talk about spellcasting, we need to understand what essence is," he said, turning slightly to glance back at the students.
"Essence is the energy that flows beneath all living beings. It is what defines magic and forms the structure of all monsters, animals, and races alike."
The students listened attentively, many leaning forward slightly as Renos continued.
"Essence is the fundamental force that allows beings to use spells and cast magic. There are five types of essence: Arcane, Elemental, Vital, Astral, and Spirit. Every being is capable of using all five types, but each of us is born with an affinity—a natural connection—to one. That affinity determines the type of essence we can master most easily. Beings that can use essence are known as Essence Cores."
He paused, letting the information settle.
"As some of you have experienced, the way to unlock your essence is to enter a state known as the Void State. In this state, you are surrounded by darkness and emptiness. Within that void is where you first make contact with your essence."
Elyon sat up straighter, intrigued. He remembered stories of the Void State but had never entered it himself. Around him, other students seemed equally captivated.
"Each type of essence requires different methods to activate or cast spells," Renos continued.
A student raised his hand. "Mr. Renos, can we run out of essence energy?"
"Yes," Renos replied without hesitation. "If you overuse your essence energy, it will deplete."
The student nodded, then asked, "What happens then? And how do we recharge our essence?"
"There are various ways," Renos said. "You can restore essence through potions, buffs from someone using Vital Essence, rest, or by self-recharging."
He paused again. "We will discuss the self-recharge method in detail later. For now, understand that exhaustion of your essence leads to weakness. A drained core leaves you vulnerable and incapable of defending yourself."
He turned back to the board, sketching a simple diagram of a core surrounded by glowing orbs—representations of the five essence types.
"As I was saying," he continued, "to cast a spell, you must have the correct complexity for that spell and control over your essence. If you attempt to cast a spell beyond your capability, there will be consequences."
Elyon raised his hand. "What kind of consequences?"
Renos looked at him. "The most common ones are fatigue and backlash. A spell can backfire, causing harm to yourself or others. In some cases, you may succeed in casting the spell, but the strain on your body could result in injury or long-term damage."
A silence followed his words, heavy with realization. No one in the room had expected such blunt truth, but none dared question it.
Elyon felt a new sense of seriousness wash over him. This wasn't just about learning cool spells—it was about discipline, understanding, and caution. He glanced at Alan, who still hadn't said a word or reacted.
What's he thinking? Elyon wondered.
Mr. Renos continued the lecture, now explaining the characteristics of each essence type:
"Arcane Essence is the most versatile. It fuels my the users of own imagination. So of you have a powerful imagination this type is very usefull for you''
"Elemental Essence draws from nature—fire, water, wind, earth are some of the Basic elements. But if you have a level of control over an element you can use the deviant of thos elements.
"Vital Essence is the essence of life itself. It's used in healing, enhancing physical abilities, and maintaining the health of others. Vital users can also buff others or them selves and they also have biological influance.
"Astral Essence taps into the more metaphysical aspects and telecanatic and also as a deep connection to the soul.''
"And finally, Spirit Essence, the essence of the summoning. With Spirit Essence one can summon spirits of any kind but that is depened on, Its user.''
He turned back to face the students again.
"Every one of you has potential. But potential alone is not enough. You must understand your essence, train with it, and most of all, respect it. That is the only way you will survive in the world of spellcasters."
The rest of the class was silent, hanging on his every word.
"I want you to write a brief summary of what you've learned today," he said after a moment. "Nothing elaborate. Just your understanding of essence, its types, and its risks."
Chairs shifted, quills scratched against parchment, and the students began their first written task under Renos Thorn.
Elyon bent over his parchment and began to write, his thoughts still racing with everything he had just learned.
There was power in this room. Power waiting to be unlocked. Power that came with risk, knowledge, and discipline.
He was ready.
Elyon wrote slowly, carefully considering each word. He didn't want to just summarize—he wanted to understand. Every sentence Mr. Renos had spoken seemed layered with meaning, like pieces of a much larger puzzle he had only just begun to glimpse.
He scribbled:
Essence is the root of all living things. There are five types—Arcane, Elemental, Vital, Astral, and Spirit. Each being has access to all five, but one type becomes dominant. This determines our affinity, which affects our strengths and weaknesses. Spellcasting requires not just access to essence but control over it. Pushing beyond our limit can lead to exhaustion, injury, or even death.
He paused, reading over his own words. They felt stiff, insufficient. There's more to it, he thought, but maybe that's something I'll only learn through experience.
Then the bell rang and as Mr Renos stood up he said''i will collect your summary. Next class''
And as he said that he left the class Room
As Mr. Renos exited the classroom, the students began to file out behind him, their conversations resuming in quiet murmurs. The atmosphere remained tinged with the intensity of the lesson they had just experienced. Elyon lingered for a moment, then followed the others out into the corridor.
Catching up to Alan, Elyon asked, "Hey, what's the next class?"
Alan didn't look at him right away. When he finally responded, his tone carried a slight edge of irritation. "Physical training class is next."
Elyon nodded, falling into step beside him. As they made their way through the stone halls of the academy, Elyon couldn't help but peer through the open doors of various classrooms they passed. Each room offered a glimpse into another kind of magic or discipline—different instructors leading lessons, some lecturing from high platforms, others demonstrating practical spellwork. The students inside were focused, engaged, and surrounded by the unique energy of their subjects.
Despite the noise and movement around him, Elyon's mind remained alert, cataloging each sight. Every hallway they passed, every echoing voice from a nearby room, added to the growing sense of how vast and intricate this academy really was.
Eventually, the group of students filtered out of the main building and into the open academy grounds. The space was wide and circular, paved in sections and lined with various training equipment—wooden dummies, balancing beams, and combat rings etched into the ground.
But it wasn't the setting that captured everyone's attention. Standing in the center of the grounds was a massive figure.
An orc, towering at nearly twelve feet tall, waited with a massive sword resting casually on his shoulder. His posture was relaxed, yet there was no mistaking the power behind it. His presence commanded the space, as if the training grounds themselves were built around him.
A confident grin curved beneath his heavy brow, partly obscured by two large tusks that jutted upward from his lower jaw. Despite his fearsome appearance, there was a strange sense of ease about him, as though he knew exactly what kind of impression he left—and enjoyed it.
The students began to slow their pace, eyes fixed on the orc. His dark green skin glinted slightly under the sunlight, muscles bulging beneath the leather straps that crisscrossed his chest. The sword on his shoulder looked more like a steel slab than a weapon, nearly the length of Elyon himself.
Elyon stared in awe, unsure whether to be impressed or afraid.
The orc didn't speak yet. He simply waited, his grin never faltering, eyes scanning the crowd as if measuring each student in turn.
And with that, the second class of the day was about to begin.
The towering orc finally opened his eyes. A heavy silence fell over the group as his gaze swept across the gathered students, his expression calm but unreadable. Then, in a deep, rumbling voice that seemed to shake the ground beneath their feet, he spoke.
"Welcome, newbies, to Physical Training class," he said, his words slow and deliberate, but filled with authority. "I am your instructor. My name is Grakner."
He let the name hang in the air for a moment, the weight of it matching his imposing presence.
"You will all address me as Mr. Grakner," he continued, his voice now rising with unmistakable intensity. "And if anyone here thinks they're too proud, too special, or too clever to show respect—then step forward."
His eyes narrowed, and that confident grin remained, now tinged with a dangerous edge.
"I have no problem dealing with troublemakers."
A hush fell over the class. No one moved. No one dared breathe too loudly. The message was clear—Grakner wasn't just muscle. He was experience, discipline, and power wrapped into one massive figure. And he wasn't going to tolerate weakness, disrespect, or excuses.
Elyon stood stiffly among the other students, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. It was hard to believe this was the same academy where they'd just sat in a classroom moments ago, quietly discussing the theory of essence.
This... this was something else.
This was the raw edge of what it meant to be a spellcaster—not just power in theory, but strength in body. And Instructor Grakner was going to make sure they all understood that very quickly.
But Elyon was praperd ready for what was about to come.