On the floating island where the third-year accommodations were located, the floating island was teeming with seniors, most of them dressed in their finest attire, chattering excitedly as they made their way toward the grand Zenith Academy Ball.
Suits shimmered, dresses swayed, and magic-enhanced accessories sparkled in the ambient light of the floating mana lanterns lining the island's edges.
Groups of third-year male cadets walked arm in arm with their partners, laughter and anticipation in the air. That was, until a sudden ripple of attention swept across the crowd.
A warp gate shimmered to life at the edge of the floating island. A moment later, a lone figure stepped through.
Alex Dragonheart had arrived.
He moved forward with slow, measured steps, as though the floating island belonged to him. His outfit was a stunning dark navy tuxedo laced with silver runes, tailored to perfection to hug his tall, athletic frame.
