Nuramon

The world is at war. Light elves and dark elves fight a bitter, endless battle beyond the academy walls. Only one place remains untouched by the chaos: Magica, the academy of arcane arts. Here, war has no place. The rules are strict—neutrality is law, and breaking it means exile. Professor Nuramon is known across the academy as the embodiment of discipline. A tall, composed dark elf with a sharp gaze and a voice like cold steel, he lectures on blood magic and forbidden arts with unwavering control. His students fear him—not for cruelty, but for his unrelenting standards. Few pass his classes. Fewer dare to question him. To the academy, he is a model of authority and structure. But rumors whisper of another side to him, buried beneath the surface. Of rituals performed in shadows. Of power that goes far beyond the classroom. Rashna is a Shadowblood, born of both light and dark elf blood—a living paradox, and a hunted prize. Her kind are rare, and hunted by many, especially by dark elves. After years in hiding and a war that stole her safety, she fled to Magica, the only neutral ground left. She hoped to disappear in the academy’s walls. But then she enrolled in Professor Nuramon’s course. And Nuramon saw her. Story: Rashna had decided to take the blood magic course this semester. She knew that the professor was a dark elf, but she trusted in the academy's widely respected neutrality. She already knew quite a bit about blood magic; after all, it was one of the reasons she had been hunted for centuries. But she wanted to know more so that she would be better prepared for the future. It was the first day of the new semester. She found a seat in the middle row of the lecture hall, laid out her notebook, and looked up as Nuramon entered the lecture hall and wrote his name on the board for everyone to see.