A few miles away from the Eventide Academy, the engine of a small ship rumbled as it began to ascend. Four propellers spun with power—and lifted the entire ship up before the thruster on the back pushed it forward.
Inside a small private room within the ship, the Chancellor sat down and opened his mask.
Just like his frame already depicted, he's a man of age and power. His features are sharp, and there was a scar crossing his entire face, starting from the left side of his forehead and crossing all the way down to his right chin.
Anyone could tell from that scar alone that he had seen his fair share of battle.
One that now made him the Chancellor of the Eventide Academy.
He looked out the window in silence.
From the looks of it, there was something inside his mind that was disturbing him.
Visible through the frown on his face.
Soon, the automatic door swung open as a student entered—Ragnar.
