The line was moving swiftly as there were many students with the warrior class. Milas was wondering what class he would get. "I want something special. The warrior class sounds way too common. What if I don't even get a class since I wasn't born a vampire? But what if I'm like the originals since I was turned? That would be awesome but troublesome as I don't want all the attention. Ugh! This is stressful. I'll just have to deal with whatever happens when it happens cause there's no use thinking about it now."Milas was lost in his thoughts when he heard a few gasps. He looked at the tubes and saw something very strange. The multicolored chaos energy was high but so was the pitch black aver. The weirdest thing was the ash grey shadow element. It had remained steady for everyone else but it was low for the teenager. It was barely able to reach the quarter mark. The student in question was number twenty three who looked stunned by the result."Congratulations kid, your class is the rare
The large brown eyes looked deep into his soul like they were searching for any speck of evil that Milas had in there. It was a weird moment for Milas who wasn't used to maintaining eye contact with others, well except for the cute female servant back at the mansion. The difference was that he was the one toying with her emotions but this girl was just staring at him like his face was a map to lead her back home. It was uncomfortable to say the least."Well I don't really want to trouble you." The girl said in a meek voice. The amount of vulnerability that she showed him made it impossible for Milas to just walk away. There was something inside him that just refused to let him leave no matter how much his mind tried to convince him to move."Don't worry about it, you can tell me anything. I don't want to see you crying when I know that I could've helped. If I can't help I'll be happy to give you a shoulder to cry on." Milas was surprised by how gentle he sounded. This was not the same
Confusion and desperation reigned in Milas' mind as he tried to remember more details of the memory. The only thing he was sure of was that the little girl was his sister but even that didn't feel right. Why did she look nothing like him? He tried to ignore this and think of other things. The other question he asked himself was why a beast was lying dead in the room.The place looked like a bedroom and the fact that he woke up on a bed strengthened this thought. So why did it look like he had fought the beast in that place? And why did both his body and the little girl act so casual despite the hellish scene? Could it be that something like that had happened before? And the girl had gone to call her father, does it mean that the father knew about the beast? And what kind of crazy parent would leave a kid in a room with a wolf? Milas had to stop thinking about the memory as he felt a splitting headache. He looked at Step who seemed obsessed with his face. They stared at each other til
The hall was eerily silent as everyone stared at the two girls. Master Sanim had only just given the order to have a friendly spar but Aileen was already on the ground. The other students, including Milas, were waiting to see how the teacher would react. Shockingly, all he did was nod with approval. "That's how a spar should be." Milas couldn't believe that someone responsible for teens could say that. He would have gotten along well with Deogratius, Milas was sure of it. He faced Asher to resume the fight but he had vanished. Milas focused on his surroundings and immediately found him. More precisely, Asher's fist found his belly and lifted him up. He may have a frail body but Milas was receiving a punch that was as heavy as those from Veruca.Milas hit the ground but Asher roughly grabbed his body and lifted him above his head. Knowing the pain that would follow, Milas did the only thing he could to free himself. A full powered punch to the top of Asher's head that ran the risk of
Milas doubted how much control Asher had when he saw how he fed. It may have been less ravenous when compared to the feeding frenzy ghouls had in the mines, but it was still just as savage. The way his blade like teeth sliced through meat brought Milas a new fear. Had Asher used his teeth in the fight, Milas was sure that he would have lost more than just the battle. It was only after Asher was done eating did the others drink from the flasks. The group of vampires quickly recovered as their bones reset and their skin went back to being silky smooth. The boy with the trolley went around the hall handing out flasks and containers to everyone. Master Sanim decided to speak after everyone was finished with their recovery. "Now that you're all healed, I want to say that I've seen some talents in your lot. It may be overshadowed by the sheer amount of lazy people filling this hall but it exists. For those of you who picked your friend as an opponent, I'm disappointed by your lack of self-
Milas started to move his fingers and they weakly wrapped into a fist. His eyes were still closed and he wasn't in a rush to open them as he took slow breaths. The pain had vanished and he currently felt like he was floating in a warm liquid. The place was shallow as his back touched the ground while a small part of his chest was exposed to the gentle breeze. Milas finally decided to open his eyes to see how the afterlife looked like. The first thing he noticed was the orange tint in the sky, signifying that it was sunset. There were a few red clouds drifting silently across the sky. Milas saw something dark at the edge of his vision. He slowly lifted his body up to a sitting position and what he saw was not what he expected of the afterlife. The first thing was that he was laying in a pool of blood. The crimson liquid was all around him but Milas noticed something strange. There was no smell. He was sitting in a pool of the stuff but there was nothing affecting his nose. Milas could
"Catch!" The warning was quite unnecessary as the large bag full of supplies was only inches from Milas' face. Milas closed his eyes and braced for impact but it was all for naught as his body slammed into the ground. He slowly stood up and lifted the bag off the ground and placed it on his back. The movements were smooth and precise as he was very familiar with the weight of the bag. He no longer got angry when this kind of thing happens."Looks like someone is trying to act tough." This comment came from Adrian, a dark haired youth with a handsome face and well built body. Milas walked right past him and didn't even spare him a glance. Adrian was incensed, he hated it when Milas would ignore him like he was an insignificant ant. Adrian tried to trip him but Milas was rooted to the spot. Adrian was about to draw his sword but a large man in heavy armour appeared in front of him. The man was two heads taller than him and Adrian could only stare at his broad chest as he grudgingly walk
Milas was stuck in a dangerous dilemma. He knew that he had to move first or else the creature will make the choice for him. He started to back away as gently as possible but his eyes were fixed on the beast too afraid to blink.The beast pounced at an amazing speed but Milas was ready for it. He leaped backwards diagonally which allowed him to just barely avoid the beast's claws. He immediately ran as fast as he could towards the group, determined to increase the distance between him and the beast. He could hear the beast behind him and this only spurred him to move faster. The beast used its paw to hit his leg which caused Milas to lose his footing. He stumbled but miraculously managed to remain standing only to feel something hit his other foot.He fell heavily and his momentum caused him to roll before finally coming to a stop. He tried to stand but the beast pinned him down with his front paws before opening its jaws widely and bit at his neck. A snap was heard as the beast's sh