The rhythmic tap of Luke’s boots echoed softly against the cobblestone ground as he walked through the bustling station. The warm glow of mana lamps illuminated the vast space, casting gentle shadows across the elegantly designed pillars that held up the station’s grand ceiling. The air carried the scent of parchment, metal, and the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea from the station vendors. Magical screens hovered at a steady distance, flickering slightly as they displayed essential travel information.

The Berch Gyara Express

Time of Departure: 9 PM | On Time

Luke barely glanced at the screen before slipping his left hand into his jacket pocket. His fingers brushed against smooth metal, and he retrieved a pocket watch, its golden surface catching the station’s light. The intricate engravings on its casing spoke of craftsmanship beyond ordinary means. Flipping it open, he noted the time—

7:19 PM.

Almost two hours left. He closed the watch with a quiet snap and returned it to his pocket, exhaling softly. His gaze wandered across the station, taking in the grandeur of the scene before him.

The heart of the platform was dominated by the magic train itself, a breathtaking fusion of arcane artistry and engineering mastery. Its elongated frame shimmered under the station’s lights, hues of deep blue and silver dancing along its enchanted metal surface. Ancient runes pulsed with faint light, tracing elegant patterns across its body like veins of energy coursing through a living entity. The engine, silent yet formidable, emanated an aura of restrained power, as though waiting for the right moment to unleash its might.

Luke allowed himself a moment of appreciation before stepping aside to find a place to sit. Near the edge of the platform, he spotted a plush seat adorned with fine embroidery. Settling into it, he adjusted his jacket and reached for his briefcase, retrieving a well-worn book. The cover was faded, its spine showing signs of frequent use. As he flipped open to a marked page, his mind slipped into the world of ink and paper, momentarily shutting out the murmurs of the station.

Unbeknownst to him, lingering gazes followed his every move. Whispers spread among groups of noble youths and common candidates alike, some eyes filled with curiosity, others with speculation. His attire—undeniably refined—spoke of noble status, yet his face was unfamiliar to most. An enigma, dressed in shadows of mystery and prestige.

Time slipped past, unnoticed, until a soft chime echoed through the station. The voice that followed was clear, almost musical in tone.

"Dear passengers, the Berch Gyara Express will be departing in fifteen minutes. Kindly proceed to board the train."

Luke, having anticipated the announcement, calmly placed a bookmark in his novel and returned it to his briefcase. Rising with effortless grace, he adjusted his jacket and took a moment to survey the shifting crowd. There was a ripple of movement as candidates and nobles alike began making their way toward the train, their excitement and nervousness palpable in the air.

The card in his hand displayed his assigned compartment and seat number. With steady steps, he approached the train, ascending the steps with quiet confidence.

The interior took him by surprise.

Warm ambient light radiated from softly glowing runes etched into the walls. The plush seats were arranged with ample space, ensuring a comfortable journey for all aboard. Deep blue carpets shimmered beneath his feet, shifting subtly as if woven with strands of mana. The compartments were separated by translucent curtains, offering a sense of privacy while still allowing a glimpse of the outside world.

Luke navigated through the corridor, finally reaching his designated seat. As he settled in, the cushioning molded to his form, offering unexpected comfort. He barely had time to relax when the soft rustle of fabric signaled the arrival of another passenger. The curtain to his compartment was drawn aside, revealing a slender figure.

“Excuse me.”

The voice was gentle yet held an undeniable clarity. Luke turned his gaze toward the source, and for a moment, time itself seemed to pause.

Standing before him was a girl of striking beauty. Her silvery-gray hair cascaded down her back like flowing silk, catching the ambient light in a mesmerizing dance. Eyes of deep gold met his own, glowing faintly with an almost ethereal brilliance. Her delicate features—high cheekbones, a refined nose, lips lightly touched with the hue of a rose—spoke of noble lineage, yet there was an air of natural grace that made her presence all the more captivating.

For the briefest of seconds, their gazes locked, unspoken words passing between them. A flicker of surprise flashed across her face, followed swiftly by intrigue. It was clear she had not expected her travel companion to be male, let alone someone with a demeanor that commanded attention without effort.

The moment passed as quickly as it had come. Both masked their emotions, composure returning in a practiced display of refinement. She stepped forward, placing a handbag beside Luke’s briefcase in the overhead rack before gracefully taking her seat across from him.

Silence settled between them, thick with unspoken curiosity.

Minutes ticked by before she finally broke the stillness, her tone neutral yet polite. “It seems we are to be travel companions. I am Alice Winterheart, second daughter of the esteemed Marquis Winterheart.” She inclined her head slightly, forgoing a handshake in favor of a more reserved greeting. “And you are?”

“Luke Raynott, a candidate selected by Viscount Garhan.”

The instant recognition flickered across Alice’s face before she schooled her expression. Luke sighed internally. Of course, she knows me.

“Ah, so you’re Luke?” she mused aloud, her lips twitching into something that wasn’t quite a smirk. “Well, I suppose there are few left who haven’t heard your name by now.”

There was an amused lilt to her voice, almost teasing.

A soft giggle threatened to escape as she studied him—this supposed ‘trash’ that everyone had whispered about. Whatever she was expecting from the rumors, this definitely wasn't it.

The silence between Luke and Alice was palpable, but neither felt the urge to break it. The rhythmic hum of the train, accompanied by the occasional distant chatter from other compartments, was the only sound accompanying them. Outside, the landscape morphed rapidly, shadows dancing beneath the moonlight, creating a mesmerizing spectacle that left a lasting impression on Luke’s keen eyes.

The journey itself was a marvel. Luke had read about these magical trains, but experiencing one firsthand was something entirely different. A train that required no tracks, could traverse both water and air, and adjusted itself to the terrain with seamless grace—such a concept was still surreal to him. Yet, despite the awe-inspiring nature of the experience, Luke found himself gripping his seat with an unconscious tension, his body bracing against the subtle shifts in movement. It was like riding a roller coaster, yet he maintained his calm facade, refusing to betray even the slightest unease.

Alice, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, gazing out of the window with an unreadable expression. Whether she was admiring the view or lost in thought, Luke couldn't tell, nor did he particularly care to find out. For now, he was content to sit in silence, absorbing the world outside without unnecessary distractions.

Eventually, the train began to slow, a smooth transition that barely disrupted the tranquility of the ride. As it came to a complete halt, Luke’s eyes were drawn to the grand station outside his window. Floating letters of brilliant gold spelled out ‘Main Academy Station,’ a name that resonated with prestige and importance. The sheer scale of the station was staggering, dwarfing the South Gate Station in comparison. Vast platforms stretched endlessly, adorned with intricate designs that gleamed under the soft glow of magical lanterns. This was the heart of the Academy’s transportation system, a hub that connected students from every corner of the vast academic grounds.

A melodic chime echoed through the train, followed by a clear and enchanting voice: "The Berch Gyara Express has reached its destination. Passengers on board, please make your way out."

Alice wasted no time. In one fluid motion, she rose from her seat and stepped off the train, her silver-gray hair catching the light as she seamlessly blended into the crowd. Luke, however, remained seated for a few moments, watching the ebb and flow of students outside. The platform was alive with movement—young men and women from diverse backgrounds, some chatting excitedly while others moved with silent determination. The air was thick with anticipation, a shared energy that crackled like static before a storm.

With a measured pace, Luke stood and adjusted his jacket before stepping onto the platform. He scanned his surroundings, taking in every detail, every structure, every movement. His observations were soon interrupted when he spotted an employee wearing the Academy’s official transport uniform. Without hesitation, Luke approached him.

The man gave Luke a quick glance, his gaze flicking to the emblem on his lapel before speaking. "May I see your pass, sir?"

Luke produced the required document, which the employee examined briefly before offering a polite nod. "Your belongings will be delivered directly to your dormitory, sir. No need to concern yourself."

Luke couldn't help but glance at some of the other students struggling with their luggage, their faces etched with fatigue. The contrast was evident. While many had to manage their own burdens, he was unburdened, thanks to Viscount Garhan’s meticulous planning.

‘I’m so grateful!’ Luke almost shed an imaginary tear—almost. He made a mental note to offer his silent thanks to Garhan and perhaps his seven ancestors as well before turning toward the translucent signboards that directed new arrivals toward the Academy’s designated transport system.

Even as he walked, he couldn't suppress his admiration for the world’s advanced infrastructure. The station itself was a masterpiece, seamlessly blending magic and engineering. Floating signs provided real-time directions, adjusting based on a traveler’s needs. The floors shimmered faintly, composed of a material that felt both solid and impossibly smooth beneath his feet. It was a level of sophistication that far surpassed anything he had seen on Earth.

As he exited the station, Luke was immediately met with the sight of a massive, sleek vehicle parked in the open courtyard. It resembled a tram, yet bore a distinct elegance, its exterior adorned with golden filigree and glowing sigils. Above it, floating letters flashed the words "Academy Transport."

A tall, spectacled figure stood at the tram’s entrance, wearing a uniform with a polished badge that read ‘Guide.’ His voice carried effortlessly over the noise of the crowd. "All newcomers, please proceed to the academy transport! It will take you directly to your assigned dormitories."

Not wanting to waste time, Luke followed the stream of students boarding the tram. The interior was spacious, lined with cushioned seats and massive windows that offered a panoramic view of the sprawling Academy grounds. As the vehicle hummed to life and began moving, Luke took the opportunity to observe his fellow passengers.

Unlike the human-majority population he had seen at the station, this tram was filled with non-human students. From elves with elongated ears and ethereal features to beastkin with fur-covered tails and sharp canines, the variety was astonishing. Some bore scales that shimmered under the soft lighting, while others had eyes that glowed like embers.

A quiet game formed in Luke’s mind—one where he tried to identify every race present without appearing overly interested. He categorized each passenger carefully, piecing together knowledge from books he had read and stories he had heard. Despite his composed demeanor, curiosity burned within him.

The ride was brief yet filled with quiet anticipation. Soon, the tram came to a smooth halt before an imposing building. Tall spires reached into the sky, intricate carvings adorned every column, and massive glass windows reflected the shimmering night. Above the grand entrance, a red and gold sign read ‘C-Ruby & C-Gold Dormitories.’

Luke stepped off the tram, momentarily taking in the sheer grandeur of the place. It looked less like a dormitory and more like a palace, designed to house only the most elite of students.

I truly belong here, and I shall gladly take what I am offered, Luke mused with amusement. According to the academy guidebook provided during the ride, the C-Ruby and C-Gold dormitories were exclusively reserved for candidates backed by the highest sponsorships. He had expected comfort, but the sheer opulence of the dormitory exceeded his imagination.

As he entered the lavish lounge, he was met with a sea of unfamiliar faces. Most were non-human, their unique features making them stand out even among such a prestigious crowd. A few humans were present, scattered among the groups, their expressions a mix of awe and apprehension.

I guess most candidates worth spending the big bucks on are non-humans, huh? Luke mused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he stepped further inside.

The atmosphere in the lounge was thick with tension. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something—or someone. Conversations were hushed, and an air of anticipation loomed over the gathering. Luke's gaze landed on a Canthros man standing at the center of the lounge. His dog-like features, coupled with his muscular build, exuded an aura of authority.

"Everyone, please remain here. We are waiting for the rest of the candidates to arrive," the Canthros man announced, his voice firm. Though spoken calmly, the underlying message was clear: no one was to move until he permitted it.

Luke found a spot near a window and settled in, using the opportunity to observe his fellow candidates. The diversity was astounding, with individuals from various races and backgrounds, each carrying an air of nervous excitement or quiet confidence. As the minutes ticked by, the lounge filled up, and the energy in the room grew even more electrified.

A sudden outburst shattered the silence. "This is ridiculous! Why are we still waiting?"

The attention of the entire room snapped toward the source of the voice. A towering figure stood amidst the crowd—a seven-foot-tall orc, his imposing frame clad in loose-fitting clothes that did little to conceal his raw muscle. His green skin shimmered under the ambient lighting, and thick black hair cascaded down his back. A jagged scar stretched across his cheek, but it was his large, protruding tusks and deep-set eyes, blazing with impatience, that made him truly intimidating.

"Enough of this nonsense! Just let me get to my room already!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the lounge.

Luke observed from his vantage point, recalling from his studies that orcs, despite their brute strength, often lacked patience and restraint. This one was no exception.

The Canthros man, his expression unreadable, stepped forward. "Sir, I'd advise you to show some patience. We're all waiting for a reason."

The orc scoffed. "I don't care about your reason! Just send me now!"

In an instant, the atmosphere changed. The Canthros man's eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped several octaves, turning ice-cold. "Calm down, or you will regret it."

Then it hit.

A crushing, invisible pressure swept through the room.

Luke's breath hitched. It felt like an immense weight had been placed on his chest, pressing down with an unbearable force. His heart pounded against his ribs as panic clawed at the edges of his mind. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he struggled to keep his composure.

Around him, others fared no better. Some trembled violently, their faces drained of color. The once-defiant orc was now on his knees, his entire body quaking under the unseen force, his bravado utterly shattered.

And then, as suddenly as it had come, the pressure vanished.

The Canthros man scanned the room, his gaze lingering on each individual. "Let’s all remain calm and wait. It won’t be much longer."

Silence reigned, punctuated only by the sound of unsteady breaths. A few students exchanged nervous glances, while others simply tried to regain their composure. The message was clear: hierarchy and power were everything here. Disrespecting the wrong person could have dire consequences.

Not long after, the final tram arrived, its doors sliding open to release the remaining students. They stepped into the lounge, their faces filled with curiosity, oblivious to the suffocating atmosphere that had dominated the room just moments ago. Their eyes darted around, picking up on the unease but not fully understanding its cause.

Clearing his throat, the Canthros man stepped forward once more. "Greetings, candidates. I am Lorian Threx, the dorm supervisor for C-Ruby and C-Gold dormitories." His voice was calm but carried a commanding presence. "You are the best of the best, the elite among candidates, generously sponsored for your potential. Your accommodations are second only to the top-performing candidates and Eldorians in their higher years."

Lorian continued, laying down the rules. "Curfew is midnight. Anyone found outside without a valid reason will face penalties. Meals are provided three times a day: breakfast from 7 to 9 a.m., lunch from 12 to 2 p.m., and dinner from 7 to 9 p.m. Fighting and property destruction within the dormitories will not be tolerated and will result in strict disciplinary action. Respect your peers and the facilities provided to you."

With a flick of his wrist, he produced a stack of sleek wristbands, distributing them to each candidate. "This is your Academy Wristband. Wear it at all times. It is linked to your sponsored funds and grants you access to academy facilities."

Luke slipped his onto his wrist. Instantly, a translucent screen appeared, displaying his personal details along with various academy-related functions. He stared at the advanced technology in awe, the intricate fusion of magic and engineering unlike anything he had seen before.

Lorian’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Tomorrow, you may rest until late. The academy's activities begin at 12 p.m. Report to the first-year hall by 12:15 sharp. Do not be late."

With that, the briefing concluded, and students began making their way to their rooms.

Luke followed suit, stepping into his assigned quarters. The door slid open to reveal an opulent space—a plush bed, ornate furniture, and a massive window overlooking the academy grounds. The soft golden glow from the chandelier gave the room a warm, luxurious ambiance. To his relief, his luggage was neatly placed beside a grand wardrobe.

The day's events had taken their toll. He barely had time to process everything before exhaustion pulled at his limbs. Without hesitation, he collapsed onto the bed, sinking into the soft mattress. The moment his head hit the pillow, sleep claimed him, washing away the tension of the night.