The World Academy prided itself on molding students into exceptional warriors, scholars, and leaders. The curriculum was as diverse as it was challenging, each subject tailored to prepare the young minds for a world teeming with mysteries, dangers, and opportunities
Asher then moved to next class with Freya in tow, next was History class, many looked bored by the name of it but of Asher it's like reading a new book so he was eager for it.
The next class was in an ancient, grand lecture hall with vaulted ceilings, where the walls were adorned with murals depicting significant events from the history of the realms.
Professor Eldran, a wizened elf whose ageless face bore a thousand tales, stood at the center of the room. His robes shimmered faintly, as if imbued with memories of ages past.
"History is not merely a recounting of dates and battles," Eldran began, his voice rich and melodic. "It is the foundation upon which our present is built and the key to understanding our future. Today, we delve into the War of Shattered Skies, the conflict that nearly annihilated our world."
Asher sat near the back, his expression neutral as he absorbed the lecture. He appreciated the precision with which Eldran narrated, weaving tales of the Dark Humans Betrayal, the rise of the Primordial Titans (Past heroes), and the heroism of the Dawnbringers(Heroes Organization) who defeated and pushed back the ancient Invaders.
Freya, seated beside him, occasionally nudged his arm, whispering comments like, "Think we'd have survived back then?" Asher ignored her, his mind already racing ahead to connections between the history lesson and the current political tensions among the realms.
The Class soon ended as Asher moved to next class.
This was Asher's favorite class. The dungeon simulation chamber was a marvel of modern magic and engineering, able to replicate the environments and dangers of real dungeons.
Instructor Kael, a gruff dwarf with an unkempt beard and a knack for snorting every Five words, greeted the class with a booming laugh. "Welcome, fledglings! Today, we'll discuss Anomalous Dungeons. You never know what you'll face inside those unpredictable hellholes, but knowledge is your best weapon."
The room transformed into a projection of a labyrinthine dungeon, its walls glowing faintly with arcane runes. Kael walked through the illusion as if it were real, pointing out traps hidden in plain sight, runic patterns indicating elemental hazards, and signs of lurking dungeon bosses.
"Remember, not all dungeons are treasure troves," Kael warned. "Some are prisons, designed to keep something in. If you stumble into one of those, best turn tail unless you're prepared to face nightmares."
Asher listened intently, recalling his own few ventures into minor dungeons. This knowledge could mean the difference between life and death in the future. Freya, meanwhile, leaned closer and whispered, "Bet you'd still survive one of those prisons."
Asher sighed as she said "there are ways to survive them too"
Freya nodded while Kael continued to describe the most common traps and such found sin Dungeons usually.
Soon, this class ended too as the time for next class came, it was somewhat like History class though this war is still going on.
The class on Invaders was held in a somber, shadowy chamber lined with preserved relics from past conflicts: broken Invader weapons, fragments of their armor, and even the remnants of an alien-like skull encased in crystal.
Professor Morgath, a former battle mage who had lost an arm in a clash with Invaders, paced the room, his prosthetic limb crackling with faint blue energy.
He didn't regrow his arm with the help of healing specialized families as according to his words it reminds him of his Carelessness and haughtiness of his younger days.
"Invaders are not of this realm," Morgath began, his gravelly voice filling the room. "They come from the distant planets, where our understanding of physics, magic, and life ceases to function. You must unlearn your assumptions when facing them."
The class studied sketches of different Invader species: the humanoid Voidborne with their glass-like skin; the chittering, insectoid Hive; and the massive Behemoths that crushed entire armies. Morgath's lessons emphasized one core principle: never underestimate an Invader. Even the smallest could wield powers that bent reality.
"Magnus," Morgath called, fixing his one good eye on Asher. "You're familiar with their tactics. How would you counter a Voidborne ambush?"
Asher thought for a moment before answering, "Separate their numbers. Voidborne rely on synchronization for their strength. Disrupt their unity, and they falter."
Morgath nodded approvingly. "Precisely. Remember that, class." Follow current novels on Novel~Fire. (n)et
Class continued as time to time Morgath askes questions while students answers.
Then came time for the Arcane study, the branch tat develops new magics, this class is necessary as before Human were able to awaken their innate abilities, it was Magic that helped them, even now many develop on the path of mages rather than their inborn innate abilities.
This subject delved into the intricacies of magic itself. Taught by Lady Arclight, a half-fey whose very presence seemed to hum with mana, the class explored the theoretical frameworks behind spells, enchantments, and mana flow.
Today's lesson focused on Mana Convergence Zones—places where mana density fluctuates wildly. Asher jotted down notes as Lady Arclight explained how these zones could enhance or destabilize spells, sometimes leading to catastrophic results.
"You," she said, pointing to Freya. "What would you do if a convergence disrupted your fire spell mid-battle?"
Freya straightened, grinning. "Improvise. If fire doesn't work, try lightning."
Lady Arclight raised an eyebrow. "A creative answer, but reckless. Always assess the zone's properties before experimenting. Overconfidence can be fatal."
Asher smirked at Freya's chastised expression.
Last class of the day turned out to be about leadership and such.
The final class was held in an open arena. This was where students put theory into practice. Teams were formed, and scenarios were thrown at them, requiring quick thinking and cooperation.
Today, the challenge was a mock siege defense. Asher was naturally elected leader for his team, while Freya took charge of the opposing side.
The battle was intense, with both sides using tactics they'd learned. Asher's precision and calm under pressure clashed with Freya's unpredictability and flair for misdirection. The match ended in a narrow victory for Asher's team, though Freya claimed she'd let him win.
By the end of the day, the students were physically and mentally exhausted, but the fire of competition and the hunger to improve burned brighter than ever. Asher returned to his dorm, his mind already reviewing everything he'd learned, while Freya lingered outside his door, smirking.
"Same time tomorrow, Magnus?" she teased.
Asher sighed, closing the door in her face without a word.