After a full day of academy life, Hughberlian had completely adapted to the atmosphere of Purgatory Corridor Academy.
Back then, Lanchi had dreamed of staying a little longer at Purgatory Corridor Academy.
Now, she had truly experienced it.
At that moment, she was sitting in the back row of a classroom as spacious as a theater.
In the dim space, several old-fashioned oil lamps emitted a faint glow, becoming some of the only sources of light.
The golden light pulsed with the rhythm of life, brightening and dimming, flickering from time to time. In the dancing candlelight, the desks and chairs cast long, distorted shadows that intertwined with the swaying darkness around them. Rustling sounds drifted through the gloom.
"Back to where the dream began..."
Hughberlian thought as she sat in the classroom.
The scene before her did indeed resemble a classroom—the neatly arranged long tables were covered with bright-red tablecloths, while a new black-and-gold blackboard stood tall on the podium at the front. Even the window frames and carvings were imbued with the ancient, archaic aura of the Demon Realm.
Yet this space, roughly three hundred square meters in size, should have given her a sufficient sense of openness. Instead, that feeling had strangely vanished because of the surroundings.
The students had all kinds of shapes, each more grotesque than the last. Without exception, they bore some indescribable feature. Most had metallic-looking horns growing from their heads, while their skin was covered in bizarre patterns and exoskeletons. Two demons who looked much like exam proctors patrolled the aisles, their steps unhurried and their conduct elegant and proper. Dressed in classical clothing, they seemed especially gloomy and terrifying in this environment, like messengers from hell.
The thick stench of blood that had no place in a classroom refused to disperse.