THE DWARVEN DELEGATION

The ground started to tremble.

The earth was starting to shift like something massive was about to approach. Some of the students prepared to cast spells, but then—

BOOM!

There was a massive armored carriage that rose of the ground itself, there were runes that were glowing along its surface. It the burst upward, carried by a square platform that was made of stone.

The Dwarven prince and his personal guard and friend emerged:

Bromdur Stoneveil

Race: Dwarf – Forge Master

Rank: A-rank Peak

Affinity: Earth, Forge Flame, Rune Craft

He was a short, broad dwarf with muscular braided golden beard rings.

Next him was:

Dragg Steelspike

Race: Dwarf

Rank: A-rank Peak

Affinity: Metal, Fire

Behind them were:

Drudge Metalspike

Race: Dwarf

Rank: A-rank low

Affinity: Earth, Fire

Dragen Bronzeveil

Race: Dwarf

Rank: A-rank low

Affinity: Wind, Earth

Droke

Race: Dwarf

Rank: A-rank low

Affinity: Earth

And behind them were:

Durga Ironspine – A-rank Mid

Affinity: Fire, Steel

Gunnar Forgeheart – A rank Mid

Affinity: Earth, Runes Enhancement

While they weren't as flashy as the demons or elves, but every dwarf carried weapons that were radiating with terrifyingly intense heat.

Bromdur started to sniff the air. "Smells like trouble is brewing, and its buried beneath this place."

All the teachers started to get stiff.

Adam's eyes narrowed, as he also felt like something was about to happen.

***

THE DRAGIN DELEGATION

A roar would echo in sky as it it was the sky itself roaring.

It was not thunder.

A roar.

The sound would shake the academy's foundations. Several students would grab their ears while the A-rank students instinctively raised their mana defenses.

A massive silhouette would start to descend through the clouds.

It was a dragon.

A real dragon.

It was covered in silver-blue scales, its wings stretched wide enough to block out the sun. It circled around once then shrank. It transformed and within seconds a humanoid figure landed in the center of the courtyard.

A tall young man with milky white hair, pale skin and piercing sapphire eyes.

Ardyn Veylith

Race: True Dragon (Humanoid Form)

Rank: S-rank Peak

Affinity: Wind, Water, Lightning

Dragons had never once participated or overseen the inter-racial competitions.

Never.

Yet here he was, with an aloof expression, heavy aura enough to make even the demons flinch.

And behind him two more approached:

Kyria Veylith

Race: True Dragon

Rank: A-rank Peak

Affinity: Iceflame, Wind

Rhyzar

Race: Dragon

Rank: A-rank Mid

Affinity: Lightning Scale

All the students stared in awe.

Some of them even trembled.

And others bowed their heads instinctively.

Adam on the other hand, his blood started to boil and it wasn't in pain.

It was something ancient and primal that was stirring in response.

It was the first time he ever met with a dragon in real life, rather than the lingering soul of his mother.

His instincts wanted nothing but to prove his dominance over the other dragons.

Ardyn's eyes widened just for a fraction.

He sensed it.

But Adam had already suppressed his aura.

Ardyn didn't push.

He just only gave Adam a small, and unreadable smile before he looked away.

'Well would you look at that' Ardyn thought.

BENEATH THE ACADEMY

It was deep under the academy, it was below the stone, soil and ancient barrier.

It was a gathering of shadows that watched through the blackened crystal screens.

It was the Kyrexis cult.

There were twenty robes figured that were kneeling before a massive circular seal, it was pulsing with faint cosmic patterns, there was an ancient restraining array that has held the offsprings and Astral devour for centuries.

A hooded figure would approach the central altar.

He had a low voice, it was distorted and filled with madness.

"The beasts still slumber. But with the inter-racial competition starting... this will be our chance."

Another cultist spoke out.

"The first seal has already weakened. When the competition starts, the mana densities will begin to spike."

"Good... good." Their leader whispered. "Excellent. Then the unsealing will begin..."

Then then raised his hand.

The seal started to pulse.

The whole ground trembled.

And a single, enormous eye would open beneath the earth—unseen by everyone above.

Hidden deep within the shadows, all across the academy rooftops.

There were cloaked figures that have knelt down, their faces were touching their rooftiles.

The whole Kyrexis cult was watching, with eager expressions.

An elite group had gathered and it's name was:

The Order of the Withered Star.

Their leader, he was covered in a platinum skull mask with violet-red lines.

The lines were a bit warped showing a serpent.

This was the Shadow-Priest Malak Ruzan, A-ranked awakener and he was observing all of the delegations silently.

"They have gathered," he muttered. "Demons, Elves, Dwarves and surprisingly... dragons... that's going to put a small derail in our plans."

"And the 'Heir' is also here."

A lesser cultist stepped forward and bowed.

"Should this be reported to the inner circle? Lord Ruzan?"

"Not necessary," he said coldly. "We will only follow the predetermined plan. The priority is the seal beneath the academy, it shall weaken while they battle in the tournament... And once the final moon descends. Chaos shall finally descend."

He then turned his gaze towards the dragon envoy.

"And even the dragon envoy, won't be able to interfere."

Back At The Academy

Back to the academy that whole ground was thickening with storm clouds.

Azazel the prince of the demons, was narrowing his eyes at Eryndor the dragon envoy.

Katherine the eleven princess just sighed softly, she was already regretting the future.

"Haa, let me guess?" She muttered. "You two are about to start measuring each other up?"

Azazel smirked. "Is that fear I sense? Little blossom?"

Eryndor just racked his neck. "Weak creatures always seemed to bark the loudest."

BOOM!

Mana started to surge.

It was a shockwave thay blasted through the whole courtyard, this made the students stumble.

This was Professor Seraphim who exerted all her aura as she stepped between them.

Azazel shuddered the power of a S-rank Peak pressing down on him hard.

Eryndor endured it with his own, as he was also a peak S-rank as well.

"Okay that's enough! If you want to fight, fight in the arena so your ass beating can be seen worldwide!"

Azazel looked away and scoffed, while Eryndor was unfazed and just made a slight smirk.

This showed that this was far from over.

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