Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy

916  Marshall Academy ( 5 )
Dalton then paused for a moment.
His expression turned serious as the next things he'd explain weren't something allowed before, or else they would get hunted by the Arcane Bureau.
This time, however, it was already different. After all, Vale had already taken over the Arcane Bureau. Several things had changed, and of course, Vale decided to take advantage of it and stopped the Bureau from prohibiting such practices. 
Well, it was in a condition that the students would attain some requirements first.
"Then there are the Forbidden Arts and Anti-Magic branches in this Academy… These are highly restricted and only accessible to those who meet rigorous requirements." As he said this, everyone immediately felt excited.
Most of them already had some idea about these two special courses. It was an open secret of the Academy, after all. The only thing they didn't know was the extent of these courses.
They knew what Forbidden Arts and Anti-Magic Arts could do to other Practitioners. Not many Arcanists would want to be on the receiving end of such skills.
Learning those two would surely benefit them.
Anyway, seeing that a few of them were a bit confused. Dalton explained a bit to them.
He informed them that the Forbidden Arts delve into powers and knowledge that challenge the natural laws of the world, while Anti-Magic focuses on nullifying or countering all forms of magical energy.
"However, both come with significant risks and moral questions." He added.
The class buzzed with conversation at the wealth of information.
Some students whispered excitedly about which specialization they might pursue in their future years, while others gazed at Dalton with admiration.
"Professor," another student asked, "do you think Immortal Vale's presence here will influence us, even indirectly?"
Dalton smiled knowingly.
The student didn't directly ask, but he knew what they all wanted to know.
"Vale may not teach here directly, but his influence is everywhere. This Academy is his vision brought to life. If you truly dedicate yourselves, you may one-day cross paths with him—or at the very least, make him proud by upholding the ideals this Academy was built upon."
The room fell silent as Dalton's words sank in.
"Now," he concluded, glancing at the time. "Any more questions before we end for the day?"
After nearly an hour of questions, Professor Stranway finally raised his hand to signal the end of the session.
"That's enough for today. Your formal classes will begin tomorrow. Use the rest of the day to familiarize yourselves with the Academy and its facilities. You should've received the handbook with you and know about the Academy Rules. Keep them with you in case you needed. There's plenty of information there."
Everyone acknowledged the professor's words, and soon, the students filed out of the room.
***
At this time, an old Professor of the Marshall Academy was walking within the halls of the Marshall Academy's main building.
It was Professor Zeno Roquemont. Though his frail appearance—marked by silvered hair, hollow cheeks, and a slightly bent posture—contradicted his true age, Zeno was not as old as he seemed.
Like Professor Dalton Stranway, he was in his early thirties, but his participation to the fight against the Abyssal Demon Invasion several years prior had left him looking decades older.
Zeno even shared a dormitory room with Vale, the now-renowned Shadow Immortal, during their years at the Vermont Academy.
While Vale ascended to immortality and became a huge figure of hope for humanity, Zeno had taken a different path, one that played vital role against Demon Saints yet far more sacrificial.
Anyway, the Summoning Hall of the Marshall Academy was quite huge…
It had tall, vaulted ceilings inscribed with runes. Just by entering, he immediately felt the controlled flow of mana within the room.
"Mhmm…" Zeno couldn't help but feel surprised after seeing the surroundings carefully.
On the periphery, a dozen humanoid androids stood motionless. These constructs were the Academy's failsafe. They were basically powerful sentinels that would intervene if any summoning spiraled out of control.
Zeno Roquemont stepped into the hall with his cane tapping against the polished stone floor.
Despite his seemingly frail appearance, his eyes were filled with life.
Those who truly understood magic would recognize his state; the price he had paid for defending humanity during the Abyssal Demon Invasion still clung to him.
As Zeno surveyed the room, his gaze fell on one of the three active summoning circles. Two were dormant, but the third was alive with fluctuating energy.
Zeno recognized the person.
The one attempting to summon was a half-dragon—a tall, muscular man with dark scales along his forearms and neck.
His long tail flicked behind him, and there were even two curved horns protruded from his forehead….
"Chad Bulmung…" Zeno murmured, recognizing the individual immediately.
Curious, Zeno stayed silent, observing Chad's ritual. He didn't expect Chad to attempt such a thing after all.
'Well, he's still a Dark Arcanist despite being a half-dragon…' He thought.
Whom~
Soon, the summoning circle flared with power…
Slowly, shapes began to form within the circle. They were ethereal forms, taking on solid shapes!
With a burst of energy, three towering Dragon Spirit Warriors appeared.
Each of them was over seven feet tall… Their forms were a blend of draconic might and spectral energy.
"Interesting… He can actually summon Dragon Spirits… Did they come from the Dragon Realm or Spirit Realm?" Zeno mused for a moment.
The moment they materialized, the android sentinels tensed, their heads tilted slightly as they assessed the situation.
As a professor, Zeno had a bit of control over these Androids, so he raised a hand, silently signaling them to stand down.
This action was certainly felt by Chad, leading him to turn to Zeno.
"Professor Roquemont," he greeted.
Zeno inclined his head. "Chad. Dragon Spirit Warriors is impressive…"
Chad wiped the sweat from his brow after hearing this.
"Ugh… I've been refining the technique. Vale told me to teach a bit of Summoning Arts…"

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