Students of every kind, from vampires to fairies, flood toward Ebonshade Academy via the bridge or soaring through the air. The colossal school, heavily guarded by werewolves and vampires, buzzes with the arrival of both new and returning students.

Outside, a group of teachers stands apart, their presence as imposing as the academy itself. The tall, black-haired alpha werewolf in a silk shirt eyes the crowd coldly, while the siren in her sleek office attire and glasses discusses the latest arrivals with the brooding blond vampire, who puffs smoke from his cigarette.

"Another year, another pain in the ass," the siren remarks dispassionately. "Don't be too negative, idiot."

The witch with black hair and glasses watches silently, her gaze piercing through the throng. The dragon, towering and horned, surveys the scene with an indifferent air, his presence a stark reminder of the academy’s formidable faculty. Standing imperiously among them, the director, Azrael, with his immense, muscular frame, black eyes, and imposing horns, oversees the chaotic scene with a cold, commanding presence. His sharp gaze and authoritative stance ensure that every teacher and student alike feels the weight of his formidable leadership.

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