In the cold light of dawn, a colossal azure tower ascended from the gate above the academy. From afar, it resembled a celestial blade driven into the sky by some ancient entity.
Claws and steel clashed relentlessly, casting streams of blood, fragments of bone, and torn flesh to the ground. Screams of terror, agony, and rage merged with the indescribable howling of the drifter horde into a deafening symphony of death.
Sian's eyes were wide open, unable to even blink, as he watched his classmates and teachers fall one by one.
Yet there he stood, at the heart of it all, powerless to act.
At the centre of it all, lay a dark-skinned man, wearing an indifferent expression, gripping a cube that appeared to be controlling the monster.
It was meant to be a peaceful day. Yes, it had begun like any other, but what had gone wrong?
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