High above the shattered academy, beyond the remains of the broken barrier, a single figure floated in silence.
He looked young—far younger than someone bearing the title of Chairman should have. Pale-blue hair flowed in the wind, and his equally pale eyes burned with unmistakable anger as he stared down at the scene before him.
Aldren was there.
Holding Lucen.
And Lucen—
Lucen was wounded.
Near them stood the red-bearded man, Hidari, dark violet corrupted mana pouring from his body, while two more hooded figures hovered nearby, each releasing the pressure of an 8-star warrior.
Caelum's gaze lingered on them for only a moment.
Then his eyes shifted downward.
Below him, Astralis Arcanum was burning.
Fire spread across buildings and courtyards. The academy grounds were filled with battle, blood, and fallen bodies. Students and professors fought desperately in the chaos, and the sight of it made the anger in his eyes deepen further.
Slowly, Caelum drew his sword.
