Wings of the Radiance

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In the early morning's hush, a whisper of a gentle breeze stirred the air.

At the silver-framed gates of Tenebrillum Academy, Yoora Lee stood in quiet contemplation. Her eyes, resembling precious sapphires, sparkled as they absorbed the morning sun. Skin, akin to freshly fallen snow, appeared even paler in the cool weather. Her once shimmering white hair had been dyed to a light blonde—a deliberate choice to shroud her identity. Despite her modesty, she could not deny her beauty—perhaps an inherent aspect of being the Reincarnation of Lumen.

Clad in the academy's uniform for the first time, she exuded a sense of purpose. Her white long-sleeved button shirt was tucked into a navy blue and white plaid pleated skirt, daringly above the knees. The navy blue blazer bearing the academy's proud emblem, a stitched pair of white wings on the breast pocket, marked her belonging to this esteemed institution. Sheer black stockings clung to her legs, bearing witness to her determination to brave the morning's chill. Black boots adorned her feet, providing a striking contrast to the ensemble's hues. The tie, loosely draped around her collar, added a touch of dishevelment to her overall appearance.

In her hand, she clutched a floorplan detailing the layout of the expansive institution. The building was segregated into two expansive storeys, with Rayors claiming their territory on the upper level while Mortals resided below. Most importantly, it was on the second floor where her ultimate destination lay—the headmaster's office.

With a backpack casually slung over one shoulder, Yoora was ready to cross the threshold and embrace the enigma that awaited within the hallowed halls of the academy.

Beyond the gates, she stepped into the courtyard, where a profusion of natural beauty unfolded. Towering trees reached towards the heavens, forming a verdant canopy that filtered dappled sunlight on the vibrant flowers and shrubs. The air carried the sweet fragrance of blossoms, and the gentle symphony of chirping birds added to the tranquil ambience.

Her gaze naturally ascended to the edifice of the academy. Its architectural marvels extended skyward, with intricately carved columns and arches that exuded an aura of timeless wisdom. White and blue banners adorned the grandiose structure, seemingly symbolising both purity and sagacity.

Yet, one element stood out amidst this splendour—the tall statue standing proudly before the academy's entrance. Every feature meticulously chiselled to life, the statue stood as a sentinel of wisdom and authority. Just beneath it, a gleaming gold plaque revealed the identity of this figure—none other than the founder of Tenebrillum Academy, Ubel the Great. He was portrayed with an outstretched hand holding a lantern aloft, as if offering a beacon of guidance to all who entered his academy.

With an air of indifference, Yoora sauntered past the imposing tribute to history. The solemnity of the moment was lost on her, for she was fixed on the looming doors that beckoned her forth into the very core of the institution.

Beyond those doors lay the staircase, a spiralling spectacle guiding her to the second floor. With each ascent in the empty expanse, her footsteps echoed, breaking the silence of the halls.

Upon reaching the second floor, she was led by the pristine white marble flooring. The ceiling soared to impressive heights, while the walls were bathed in a calming light blue hue—a subtle departure from the white aesthetic that dominated the rest of the building. With the floorplan as her guide, she approached a set of white doors that radiated a sense of authority.

A single knock reverberated through the door, and in response, a commanding voice was heard from within, granting her permission to enter. Stepping into the room, her gaze immediately gravitated towards the central figure seated behind a mahogany desk—Headmaster Clamen.