Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls

Kael was starting to move away from the scene, his eyes still blazing with a contained rage. The professor's body, deformed and unable to move, lay on the ground, blood splattered and the air heavy with tension. But he didn't have time to enjoy the feeling of relief that came after the release of his fury, as the surrounding crowd began to disperse with curious looks, whispers and murmurs. The pressure was mounting.

"Shit," Kael muttered, not even looking at the crowd, but hearing the echoes of his own anger reverberating in the air. He felt a presence behind him, someone older, but he could no longer afford to ignore what was coming next. The feeling of being watched was unmistakable.

Before he could even react, an older man emerged from the crowd. His body was covered in a dark cloak and an expression of seriousness was on his face. His eyes were not like those of the young teacher Kael had just knocked out of the fight. These eyes were more experienced, colder and more calculating.

"Did you do it?" The man's voice, deep and full of authority, cut through the surrounding silence like a sharp blade.

Kael stopped. He didn't turn around immediately, but the man's energy was palpable, powerful. His presence seemed dominant, but Kael would not be intimidated. He knew that his status as a "new student" didn't give him carte blanche to do whatever he wanted, but respect was something that didn't come simply and easily. He knew the consequences were coming, sooner or later.

Kael turned slowly, his golden gaze still shining with an intensity that made it clear he was not sorry. The man in front of him, clearly someone of superior rank, didn't show the slightest sign of surprise or discomfort. He was there to assess the situation.

"Yes, I did," Kael replied with frightening calm, without taking a step forward or backing down. His eyes analyzed the man as if he were one more obstacle to overcome. "And I have no intention of apologizing for that."

The man didn't look angry, but his expression indicated that he was taking the situation very seriously. He watched the teacher on the floor, still writhing in pain, and then looked at Kael again.

"You're a new student, aren't you?" The man asked, his voice remaining just as calm, but there was something in his tone that made it clear he was someone used to dealing with this kind of situation. "You have potential, but you need to learn something important: here, actions have consequences."

Kael watched him for a moment, realizing that, despite the man's authoritative stance, he wasn't there to simply punish. There was something more. Something that could be used to his advantage.

"So I have to listen quietly when someone disrespects me just by bumping into me?" Kael asked, the confidence in his voice implacable. "I don't care what you or anyone else thinks. If someone messes with me, I'll defend myself."

The man seemed to ponder for a moment, but didn't seem bothered by Kael's defiant stance. On the contrary, he seemed more interested in knowing how the boy thought. He knew that Kael had been trained by someone extremely powerful just by the magical concentration he saw, but that still didn't guarantee anything. Here, Kael needed to prove his strength, not just with words, but with actions.

"I see your point," the man replied, his expression softening slightly. "But on Azalith, we don't measure strength by physical impact alone. Everything you've done now can be considered a demonstration of power, yes... but also a failure of control."

Kael frowned, not entirely convinced. The criticism was there, direct and sharp. The situation wasn't turning out as he had hoped, but perhaps it was time to hear what the man had to say. He still didn't know where he was stepping in this new world.

"There's more to learn, boy." The man said, looking at Kael with a careful appraisal. "You may be strong, but you need to learn to control yourself. Azalith is a training ground, not an arena for those who want to fight without thinking about the consequences."

"I'll say it again, I won't listen quietly when you try to diminish me," Kael replied firmly. He wasn't there for endless debates about morality or control.

"Ah... well... deal with the consequences." The man said coldly, before turning and starting to walk away.

Kael, still staring at the man, prepared to give another answer, but before he could, a familiar warning appeared before his eyes.

[Danger!]

Kael frowned. The message flashed up on his system screen, but he didn't have time to process it fully. A strange sensation ran down his spine, as if the very air around him had become denser, more tense. He took a step back, his eyes attentive to every movement around him, when suddenly the ground beneath his feet shone with an intense light.

Before Kael could react or even understand what was happening, a gigantic magic circle appeared in front of him. The blinding brightness of the spell enveloped his body in the blink of an eye, and without any chance to resist, the young man was captured by the magic. A flow of energy enveloped him, and he felt his soul being pulled elsewhere, as if by an invisible force.

Everything around him became a blur, and before Kael could process the situation, the world seemed to disappear.

Kael blinked, the dazzling light disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. He found himself in a different room, with imposing walls and an atmosphere charged with authority. The air was heavy and there was a sense of immeasurable power emanating from somewhere, as if he had been teleported to the center of Azalith Academy's power.

He looked around, his vision still blurred by the sudden change of scenery, but soon stabilized. The space in front of him was luxurious, with furniture carved from dark wood, expensive carpets and a huge table in front of him. Behind the table, a giant chair turned slowly, revealing the figure of an older man.

The principal of Azalith Academy, probably.

With a penetrating gaze, the man stared at Kael with a cold, observant expression. His gray hair fell elegantly over his shoulders, and his eyes, of a clear, piercing hue, scrutinized Kael with a precision that seemed to perceive even the smallest details about him.

"Kael Scarlet" The man began, his voice calm but full of authority, like thunder about to explode. "You've caused quite a stir, in less than 24 hours."

Kael remained silent, watching the director with a defiant look. He wasn't scared, but he knew that what had just happened wasn't something simple. What worried Kael most was not the luxurious room or the imposing figure in front of him, but the feeling that he had been manipulated, transported without warning and was now completely out of control.

"So..." The principal continued, his eyes narrowing in visible interest, almost as if he were studying Kael's every move. "You really aren't afraid to mess with anyone, are you?"

Kael kept his gaze fixed, unblinking, with the same coldness that characterized him. But for a moment, a feeling of tension arose in the air, something Kael couldn't ignore. There was something about the director's posture, a presence that seemed immense, almost overwhelming. The weight of this man's authority and power was unusual. Kael felt as if he were facing a predator, not a simple principal of an academy.

"I'll do what I need to do," Kael replied, his voice icy, without wavering. The confidence in his words was unshakable. But he didn't stop there. He wanted to make it clear that he wasn't joking, no matter who was in front of him. "I'll say it again for the third fucking time. If you disrespect my family, I'll just kill you next time."

His aura began to expand, a dense weight that seemed to take over the room. The power he emanated was palpable, the room that had once seemed oppressive becoming even denser. Kael didn't need to do anything else; his presence already spoke for him.

Both were now staring at each other with such intensity that the air around them seemed to vibrate, about to explode in an imminent confrontation. Each assessing the other, the tension growing, as if the next move would decide everything.

But in an instant, the tension was broken.

"HAHAHAHA!" The director's laughter cut through the silence like a sharp blade, and the room echoed with its sound, irreverent and uncontrolled. He leaned back, his face lighting up with an expression of pure amusement. "Pleased to meet you, young Kael. I am Altharion Von Drakhar... the Warden of Azalith."

Kael looked at the man who had completely changed from one moment to the next and just sighed. 'What the fuck... another lunatic.' He thought before seeing Umbra place two fingers behind the principal's head, as if she were putting horns on him.