The sun rose above the horizon, shining its light over the world.
Silas stood in front of the portal in the basement, eyes gentle.
His white hair had overgrown from years of neglect.
It now reached his back.
But the hair did not make Silas look ugly in any way.
His silver eyes were as cold as ever.
He wore a white shirt, silver blazer, silver pants, and black shoes.
On the chest of the blazer was the same embroidery he had been given during registration.
The suit, alongside a letter, had been placed neatly in his wardrobe.
Silas looked around, then walked through the portal.
A wave of nausea hit him, making him close his eyes temporarily.
Then, slowly, the feeling began to clear.
His eyes fluttered open, taking in the light of the new environment.
It was a complex that spanned over a city block at a glance.
And that was just his estimate.
Silas was sure the place was much bigger than that.
Another thing he noticed was the restriction.
The powerlessness he had felt previously had vanished completely.
To an extent, he even felt slightly stronger than before.
"Please, step out of the portal platform," the voice jolted Silas from his thoughts.
He looked at the person who had spoken.
It was a lady wearing a white shirt, tucked into a brown skirt that barely reached her knee.
She had striking white hair that cascaded down her back.
She held a file in her left hand and a pen in her right.
"Your name?" She asked directly.
Silas stepped away from the platform instinctively.
"Silas Lancaster," he said.
The lady paused, looking at Silas directly for the first time.
Her eyes were big and round, with crimson irises.
"You are the one Vice-tower master Sebastian recommended, huh?" The lady said with a calm smile.
Silas did not reply.
He did not have a reply for the question.
He did not even know Sebastian had recommended him in the first place.
The lady frowned as she looked at the expression on Silas's face.
"Don't tell me he did not tell you about it," she said, almost holding her breath for Silas's answer.
"He did not tell me," Silas replied.
The lady tapped her head, her hand dropping in resignation.
After a few seconds of expressing her disappointment, she spoke again.
"Silas Lancaster, check," she said, ticking a name from the file in her hand.
"I am Jenna, the Academy's head secretary."
She looked behind her at those words.
"Welcome to the Imperial Academy. The orientation is in 30 minutes, so you should head to the hall now."
"Thank you," Silas said with a bow.
He did not know whether to bow or nod; he was just too nervous.
Maybe it was because of the level of power he had witnessed these past few months.
And how far removed Jenna was from everyone else he had encountered.
If those people were like lions, Jenna was probably a mythic dragon.
Jenna, as if accustomed to such reactions, ignored it completely and walked towards another portal.
Silas began walking forward, looking at each building one after the other.
The buildings were made of a white material Silas had never read about or seen before.
There was a massive dome in what Silas could call the centre of the complex.
The other students, dressed in the same uniform as him, were entering it one after the other.
"This school is really too big for so few students," Silas muttered as he walked towards the dome.
Although he was not certain it was the hall, seeing students enter it made him believe it was.
The doors parted for Silas as he neared.
Silas, unbothered, walked in with a confidence he had not displayed since arriving on Earth.
After all, compared to always being surrounded by people far stronger than him, being with people on his level felt like a relief.
The hall was mostly empty at the moment, something that could only be attributed to its ridiculous size.
In reality, almost all the students had already entered; the size simply made it seem like there was no one there.
"Please, everyone, make your way to Section A within 10 minutes," the voice rang through the air, cold and apathetic.
The students rose from their chairs, stunned by the suddenness of the announcement.
Not just that.
They did not even know what Section A was.
Just then, light began to condense in the air, creating signs that pointed towards a direction.
The students looked at it for less than a second before scrambling towards where it was pointing.
In less than three minutes, they were already in another part of the hall labelled Section A.
As they entered, they couldn't help but smile at how scared they had been.
Previously, the students had thought finding Section A would be difficult, given how stern the voice had been.
Silas shook his head at this too.
Section A was a smaller hall carved out of the main hall.
It contained exactly 100 seats.
It was divided into 5 levels, with each level containing exactly 20 seats.
At the front was a platform that stood over 10 feet tall, enough for anyone standing on it to look at the entire hall without strain.
Silas found a seat at the last level, choosing to sit far from the front.
The rest of the students began to filter in.
Silas had called a hundred people scanty in the previous hall, but now, even that number seemed like too many for this space.
At the last minute, another person entered.
He stood at an imposing 7 feet.
Blonde hair that stopped at his neck, and sharp green eyes that looked like they could pierce through anyone's soul.
In every sense, he looked like a work of art, something even the gods would have had to create with care.
Eric Norwald looked around, smiled, then sat on a chair on the third level.
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