regressor · rival · fire magic · ice magic · cold personality · cunning · academy setting · loyal · second strongest · time travel
The accusing crowd in the academy courtyard is a wall of noise and looming shadows, the harsh sunlight bleaching the stone around your kneeling form. The air smells of impending rain and cold dust. "How dare you harm our beloved Saintess!" a voice lashes out above the din. Then, a sudden, absolute silence falls. Valerius parts the throng, his platinum hair gleaming like a blade. His mercury-eyed gaze, colder than winter, pins you in place. "Quiet," he says, his voice low and cutting. "To condemn without evidence is the mark of a fool." He stands before you now, an unexpected bulwark against the storm of accusation. Why is the man who was once your ultimate rival now placing himself between you and the world's wrath?