Ray offered a small, practiced smile. "I'll try my best, Amelia."
He lowered his gaze, the blue fading back to a quiet, unassuming grey. "Just a student, Amelia. One who’s tired of the cold."
As the other students froze in terror, Ray’s eyes turned a piercing, frosted blue. The "Ordinary" facade shattered. He didn't reach for a staff; he simply snapped his fingers. "" Hyouken no Majutsushi ga Sekai wo Suberu: Sekai...
The Iceblade Sorcerer, Ray White, stood at the edge of the Arnold Academy training grounds, the biting wind tugging at his simple uniform. To the other students, he was just an "Ordinary" – a commoner who had lucked his way into a prestigious magic school. But beneath the surface, his mana hummed with a cold, absolute power that could freeze the very soul of the world.
Amelia stared at him, her breath hitching in the chilled air. "Ray... who are you really?" Ray offered a small, practiced smile
"Die, elite filth!" the assassin roared, unleashing a torrent of dark flames.
"Ray! You're daydreaming again!" Amelia Rose called out, her crimson hair a sharp contrast against the grey sky. She raised her training sword, her eyes sparking with a mix of rivalry and genuine warmth. "The exams are next week. If you don't focus, you'll be at the bottom of the rankings." One who’s tired of the cold
Suddenly, the air pressure shifted. A jagged rift tore through the space above the arena, bleeding violet shadows. This wasn't a training exercise. An Anti-Magic extremist—an assassin from the Eugenics faction—stepped through, casting a massive, obsidian-black spell circle that instantly drained the heat from the courtyard.