Someone—or something—lurked in the shadows behind Lycoris, its presence sharp and unsettling. Eyes, filled with silent fury, locked onto Mrs. Gaea.
A sudden, deafening crash erupted from the Class of Abyssal Grade."Again?" Mrs. Gaea's voice trembled with restrained frustration. "You lot only know how to fight—fight, fight, and fight!"Her glare swept across the room, burning through each student with such intensity that her glasses nearly cracked under the pressure.
Myan Stood still — a loud sound uttered from a corner of the room ,"You done yet?"
Nasur who's fist was right at the Myan looked at Aster slowing tilting his head to his left sides. An anger face , gritting teeth , eyes that could pierce right through anyone . Mrs.Gaea , who had yet to get answer, looked at all three them— don't you know what is to come at you!! Silence , All of you , Get ready for the class!! Subee looked at Myan and Nasur , they looked back at him, Nasur clenched his fist in anger and pointed toward Subee , Myan on other hand yet stood still , no expression, no reaction but just still. Aster who had long awaited her answer with coldness in a sarcastic manner looked sharply at them , they , who fought has to go back to their seats or the outcome could be something very scary is what her questioned meant.
Aster a cold hearted blood thirsty woman , primarily a woman who is traumatized from her childhood thus approaches things through coldness, Subee , an elite among the seven of Abyssal , oh wait , eight of Abyssal is a moron , who seeks fun in life— unlike others he is close to THE AFTER.
Myan , the practical kinda guy , seeks answer to only one thing — where are the hidden truths that lies in this world which even people like Mrs.Gaea doesn't speak of.
Nyan , The typical guy ,who only listens to his own resolutes. The class made of 7 teens soon to be 8 teens are people with mysterious powers that seeped into them from who knows where but only one clues remained —THE RED MOON , every time anyone went beyond life gets dragged into the illusion of their own powers. Some see the future in the illusion, some see the hidden roads to the timeline of THE RED MOON , some look at the abyss of death.No one knows why red moon appears . Though it hasn't done any harm to the world so far , the mystery to their power that can bring destruction not just to the world but the universe, leaded to BSD school — Abyssal Class.
"Today's topic is about the red moon differences.", said Mrs Gaea while drawing on the board.The strokes , created by chalk and all the pointing created a very sharp attentive sound and the teacher began saying with a loud yet soft sound," A moon size shows it's influence on the awakener, if it's crescent and small , very less phenomena, if it's full and big red moon—The scale could lead to having power to destroy the world or own self, and you know there is one among you who has such powers."
Aster pointed her eye slowly to the guy who had just joined as soon as the teacher finished speaking. Everyone else was puzzled, looking at one another.
"This time we have calculated a lesser level awakening phenomena where Crescent Red Moon will appear soon , Subee , you take the team of three to find out the traces of the Crescent Red Moon , you have the ability to get deep into the life after all. Take the newbie, for learning experience."with a sharp tone Mrs. Gaea pointed toward Subee with chalk on her hand .Subee , " Yes , Ma'am" Now that we have directed towards mission, Aster– you go get the locket of charm and bring to ****** told Mrs Gaea with a cold tone.
Things started to look cloudy , everyone looked back , one even rushed toward .....
Lycoris jolted awake, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat. His chest heaved, lungs desperate for air. Cold sweat clung to his skin, soaking through his clothes as his trembling fingers gripped the sheets. His heart slammed against his ribs—too fast, too loud.
It was just a dream… just a dream… But why was I in there , what did I just see .Lycoris tore the blanket off, his hands shaking as he scrambled to his feet. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his mind screaming at him to move. He nearly tripped over himself as he dashed out, his bare feet pounding against the cold floor.
The hallways blurred past him—shadows stretching, walls closing in. His heart hammered against his ribs, his pulse deafening in his ears. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop.
His home. He had to get there. Now.
Bursting through the door, he lunged toward the locker, fumbling with the lock. His fingers were slick with sweat, slipping as he twisted the dial. Come on. Come on! The air felt thick, suffocating. His chest tightened.Why won't it open?I have to get it , it's the only thing that is similar to the locket .