Under the cold, dark skies, shimmering with faint polar lights, stood a group of individuals dressed in their pristine academy uniforms.
Behind them was a dense, dark forest, giving off a deadly vibe while enshrouding the shiny cathedral in the distance from all sides. In the front was a spire castle-like building that reached the lights in the sky.
The academy itself was the epitome of darkness in this realm, as if the darkness was born from it and was also consumed by it.
All the teams of vampires, be they fledgling vampires with high blood force power or those who had also managed to reach the level of teenage vampire under the ideal age of joining, stood in silence.
Their robes showed no signs of them being in a battle, but the fresh blood scent coming off from their bodies and some faint splashes of red on their bodies that the robes could not clean said otherwise.
