Echoes of Power

The sun dipped below the towering skyscrapers, casting long shadows over the bustling city of Valeria. In this current earth, the line between reality and fantasy had blurred. Technological advancements had propelled humanity into a new era, where the extraordinary had become ordinary.

In this world of advanced technology, nestled amidst a sprawling metropolis, lies the prestigious Seraph School, a beacon of knowledge and innovation. Set against a backdrop of gleaming skyscrapers and interwoven with the hum of futuristic transportation systems, the school campus stands as a testament to human ingenuity.

The architecture of the school is a harmonious blend of contemporary design and futuristic elements. Glass facades, adorned with holographic displays showcasing the latest advancements in various fields of study, reflect the vibrant energy that permeates the campus.

As one approaches the school, they are greeted by an awe-inspiring sight. Lush gardens, meticulously designed, adorn the entrance, offering a refreshing oasis in the midst of the bustling city. Towering trees with bioluminescent leaves cast a gentle glow, illuminating the path for students and visitors alike.

Within the school's sprawling grounds, a sense of camaraderie and intellectual pursuit fills the air. Students clad in cutting-edge attire, their garments equipped with embedded smart technology, move with purpose and determination.

Seraph School stands as a testament to humanity's pursuit of knowledge and progress. In this futuristic haven of learning, students not only acquire cutting-edge skills and knowledge but also forge lifelong connections and embark on a transformative educational journey. It is a place where dreams are nurtured, innovation flourishes, and the boundaries of what is possible are constantly pushed further into the realms of the extraordinary.

However, now the architecture of the school, once a harmonious blend of contemporary design and futuristic elements, bears the scars of neglect and decay. Cracked glass facades, devoid of holographic displays, reflect a dimmed spirit that once permeated the campus. Weeds and vines reclaim their territory, crawling up the walls and shrouding the remnants of what was once a vibrant institution.

Broken windows and graffiti-covered walls depict a disregard for the remnants of what was once a structured learning environment. The halls, once bustling with purposeful footsteps, now echo with the raucous laughter and cries of students indulging in their supernatural abilities.

As one navigates through the desolate grounds, a sense of anarchy fills the air. Students, dressed in mismatched attire and adorned with symbols of their newfound powers, roam freely without constraint. Some wield their supernatural abilities with reckless abandon, casting spells and manipulating elements with a disregard for consequences. Others engage in fierce battles, their powers clashing in spectacular displays of chaos, as if proclaiming their defiance against any semblance of discipline.

Seraph School, now a sanctuary for rebellion and anarchy, stands as a stark contrast to its former purpose. The pursuit of knowledge has been overshadowed by a thirst for power and the unquenchable desire to assert one's dominance. The remnants of textbooks and research papers lay forgotten, trampled under the weight of chaos and self-indulgence.

Within the corridors of the school, two students stand facing each other. One is a boy with flames flickering in his palms, exuding an air of confidence and arrogance. His eyes burn with determination as he channels his pyrokinetic powers, engulfing his hands in a swirling inferno. The other is a girl with eyes shimmering with an icy intensity, frost beginning to gather around her fingertips as tendrils of cold air snake through the surroundings, tapping into her cryokinetic abilities. A chilly aura surrounds her, causing the temperature to plummet within her immediate vicinity.

Just as they are about to start their fight, they hear a voice. "Stop fighting in the school; it is prohibited!" The owner of the voice continues to approach them while speaking. "Can't you go fight outside of the school, or better yet, can't you just stop fighting altogether or..."

Before the owner of the voice can finish speaking, the boy named Alex cuts him off. "Or what?" he speaks with clear disdain in his voice. "What would you do? What can someone like you, who has no power, do?"

"..."

The girl, Maya, chimes in, supporting Alex's sentiments. "I don't want to be on the same side as that idiot, but he's right, you know."

In the center of the corridor, a young man, Tom Black strides with an air of confidence and magnetism. His jet-black hair cascades effortlessly, framing his chiseled features and contrasting with his bronzed complexion. Piercing black eyes, filled with a mysterious allure, capture the attention of those who meet his gaze. With every step, his charm radiates, drawing others into his captivating presence. A mesmerizing combination of rugged handsomeness and undeniable allure, he possesses an innate magnetism that leaves a lasting impression on all who encounter him. However, neither Alex nor Maya show the slightest reaction to his appearance, simply because he doesn't have any power. In this world, where those with power reign, those who don't have powers are not respected.

Tom sighs and speaks, "It's not about me, but about you destroying the school facilities." He sighs once more, reminiscingabout the day it all started.

***

Two years ago,

As everything seemed to be going well and Tom was busy overseeing the students at school in his role as the student council president, he heard a strange yet soothing voice. When he turned his head, he realized that everyone around him seemed to be hearing the same voice. Meanwhile, the voice began to speak, saying, "People of Earth, the end is near..."