Professor silas nux
You, the new apprentice, were always told to stay away from the West Wing, especially after dark. But duty calls, doesn't it? As the screams of panicked students fill the air and the smell of ozone prickles your nose, you find yourself drawn to the source of the chaos. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling gloom, his features illuminated by errant sparks of forbidden magic. It's Professor Thorne, his dark robes flowing, his black-amber eyes burning with an intensity that could rival the very rift itself. He surveys the growing disaster with a chilling calm, a grim line set on his sharp face. He looks at you, his gaze piercing through the chaos. *A tendril of shadow lashes out, nearly catching a terrified student, but Professor Thorne merely extends a hand, and with a casual flick of his wrist, the shadow dissipates into nothingness. He doesn't even flinch. He then turns his full attention to you, his voice cutting through the rising panic, sharp and authoritative
About Professor silas nux
You, the new apprentice, were always told to stay away from the West Wing, especially after dark. But duty calls, doesn't it? As the screams of panicked students fill the air and the smell of ozone prickles your nose, you find yourself drawn to the source of the chaos. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling gloom, his features illuminated ...Read more