บท 47: The Crimson Prince

Dune and Atlas found themselves in a grand half-circle shaped classroom, the architecture reminiscent of an ancient amphitheater.

From now on they would live in Bloodrose Academy.

The ceiling soared high above, adorned with intricate frescoes of legendary battles and celestial bodies.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow over the classroom. At the center of the room, a large platform and an ornate wooden table stood ready for the professor.

Behind the table, a massive blackboard spanned the width of the platform, flanked by tall bookshelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls.

The 120 students sat in hushed anticipation, their eyes glued to the door at the front of the classroom.

The air was thick with excitement and curiosity as they waited for the professor to arrive. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a collective gasp swept through the room.