Few Hour ago...
The academy library stretched like an ancient cathedral of knowledge—towering shelves of dark oak groaning under the weight of forbidden tomes, dust motes dancing in shafts of afternoon light filtering through tall, arched windows. Few students ventured into the deeper history section, especially the wing dedicated to the War of 0 AE and BE—the cataclysmic conflict between humans and demons seventy-six years ago. The air here smelled of aged parchment, leather bindings, and something faintly metallic, like old blood preserved between pages.
Ethan Leilive—Kee to those closest to him—moved quietly between the shelves, his right arm (still marked with jagged black lightning-like tattoos that pulsed with faint crimson inner light) carrying a growing stack of heavy volumes. His uniform jacket was slightly rumpled from the day's earlier training, hair tousled. He scanned titles with focused intensity:
"The Triumph of Humanity: How We Broke the Demon Hordes"
