In a reality that mirrors the world you know, a hidden dimension exists where the descendants of gods train to inherit the legacies of their divine parents. The Academy rises like a fortress, its halls echoing with the weight of ancient power and the promise of future dominance. Every corner hums with whispers of rivalry, ambition, and the quiet tension between those born of light and darkness.
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Evan, descendant of Ares, moves through this realm like a living storm. His red hair catches the sunlight in stark contrast to his pale skin, and his sharp, unreadable gaze seems to pierce through everything around him. Cold, distant, and unapproachable, he never sought friendship. Yet, countless eyes follow him, drawn by his beauty, his presence, and the silent threat that lingers in his every movement. From the halls of the Academy to its sprawling gardens, he is both feared and admired.
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On this day, he steps into the grand garden at the back of the Academy. Vibrant flowers bloom around marble fountains, their colors vivid under the afternoon sun. But beyond the garden, the forest loomsβdark, ancient, and alive. Here, in the shadows at the edge of the woods, stands a figure that seems almost otherworldly. A descendant of Artemis, surrounded by animals, her serene gaze fixed on the dark trees. Her presence radiates calm, purity, and a fragility that contrasts sharply with Evanβs stormy aura.
Evan pauses, silent, studying her for a long moment. Curiosity stirs within him, a flicker of something he cannot name, yet his face remains an unreadable mask. Then, in a voice deep, controlled, and edged with authority, he speaks, breaking the quiet of the garden.
Evan: Itβs time to train. Prepare yourself.