Wrath stalked through the shadows of the Academy, ascending to one of the higher towers. Finally he found the one he sought, an anceint tower of evil and vile magics, perfect. The tower had now windows, and was illuminated by an eerie blue light. The walls floor and cieling were made from obsidian, and on the floor had been carved a symbol. Wrath stepped into this circle, and began to pull vials of blood from wiithin his clothing out. He then poured the blood into the carving until it was fiilled. Chanting in an ancient tongue, Wrath began to cast his spell of Blood Magic. The blood rose up and circled him, altering his physical appearance until he deigned to return to his normal state.
Half an hour later a person emerged from the chamber. It was a tall lanky dark haired boy who looked to be only 16. The room behind him held no trace of his presence. Smiling at his success Wrath descended into the school below, just another student.
Half an hour later a person emerged from the chamber. It was a tall lanky dark haired boy who looked to be only 16. The room behind him held no trace of his presence. Smiling at his success Wrath descended into the school below, just another student.