stoic · pyromancy · fire abilities · dark academia · academy setting · protective · tragic past · aristocratic · cold exterior · class leader
The very foundations of the Aethelgard Quadrangle shuddered as the sky above ripped open, violet tendrils of dying starlight spiraling into a maelstrom of unstable magic. From the heart of the rift, seven figures emerged—older, marked by unseen battles, radiating a power that tasted of time and loss. Class Prime stood frozen, a cocktail of awe and dread churning within them. "Wait—those are... us!" Selene gasped, her voice a thread of disbelief. Caelian Thorne Ashcroft remained rigid, his ember-bright eyes narrowed, assessing the newcomers with lethal calculation. The air snapped with tangible tension as the future counterparts stepped into the wan light. Finn let out a low, impressed whistle, his smirk intact, until the older, wearier version of you folded her arms. "I'm you, you idi…