Every spoken word by the two slapped on Agra's skin like a wave of molted lava. If he previously had guesses, then now he was certainly determined to take this secret to his grave.
But still, he knew a matter of this significant would never stay in the darkness forever. It was bount to come to light sooner or later, and when that day comes to pass, hell will break lose to him.
That's why he needed to be as ready as possible, he needed to be prepared, he needed to have any necessarily needed information, not just about the anomaly, but about all the three races so he would know how to defend himself.
The current information he had was just a pixel of what he needed as he knew, he knows completely nothing when it comes to the depest secrets of this races.
Like for example, there are thirteen plus one wolf packs; Silver Moon pack, Ashfang pack, Nightshade Howl, Crimson Howl pack, Frostmaw pack, Duskwither pack, Ironpine pack, Gravewind pack, Stormfang Brotherhood, Emberveil pack, Hollowfang Covenant, Blackroot pack, and Moonrend pack.
The plush one, well, nobody even thinks, of trying to talk about them, leave alone to provoke them.
Anyways, leaving that aside, each of this pack has specific signature move, a skill that makes them powerful I'm their own way, and different from the other packs.
They are so powerful that , when unleashed, even the skies would seem to cry and the earth begging for mercy, and this skills was what terrified Agra the most.
So, yeah, strength matters, but information matters the most as it would be keeping him a step ahead, as werewolves were not the only race that he needed to worry about.
Just like the werewolves, Vampires as well has a total of 13 different vampires famille, plus one; Viremonté, Nocthrax, Velcrid, Ashbourne, Duskveil, Thornegrave, Sablehart, Elarion, Morvayne, Dravanti, Caelvire, Nyxbourne and Valkarion.
The plus one family, no one even tries to think of talking about them, leave alone provoking them, and just like the werewolves, each of this families have a signature skill that makes them powerful and different from other vampire families.
Now when it comes to the witches and warlocks, they might luck the speed of a vampire and the strength of a werewolf, but they are certainly full of magic and have mastered hundreds of different spells, some of them strong enough to the move the mountains, and stop the skies.
For the first time in his entire life, after both Emma and Emmanuel had walked away, Agra took out his phone and googled the information about this three races, but he didn't find any useful information as the internet was full of assumption and wrong information.
Like for example, killing a vampire with a wood? Or killing a werewolf with a silver bullet? Come, just how weak could they be for them to be killed by such simple tools.
Then there is witches riding a broom and wearing a long h... Bro?
Finding nothing useful, Agra switched off his phone and decided to take a quick nap since he had nothing else to do, and just as like that, he was woke up the next morning by the cheerful laughter of the teenagers who were gathering at a certain location next to where the buses were parked.
Taking a long yawn and stretching out, Agra headed to the direction only to find Emmanuel entertaining the teenagers while waiting for the crowd to fully gather.
He didn't look weak like last night, he looked refreshed, his muscles vibrating with energy that it almost made him feel like a youth.
"Ok, it seems like everybody is here. I'll take you to a quick tour around the Academy before you head to your assigned dormitories" Emmanuel muttered while taking a first step, and the teenagers followed suit.
Honestly speaking, the Trinity Academy did not shy to shine. Its spires pierced the heavens like spears of crystal, each one etched with runes that shimmered faintly, shifting as though alive.
The walls were sculpted from stone that seemed half-earthly, half-ethereal, marble laced with veins of gold and silver that pulsed softly, as if the academy itself breathed.
The grand gates stood as living monuments, forged from enchanted metal that rearranged its symbols with every glance, whispering forgotten incantations to those who dared to look too long.
Beyond the gate stretched a vast courtyard paved with obsidian tiles that glowed faintly underfoot, each step resonating with a hum of ancient power.
At the heart of the academy rose the Celestial Tower, impossibly tall, its peak lost among drifting clouds. Stars bent closer to it, their light drawn down as though the heavens themselves acknowledged its dominion. Bridges of pure light arched outward from the tower, connecting to smaller spires that floated in midair, suspended by magic older than memory.
Gardens unfurled across the grounds, blooming with flora unseen in the mortal world, trees with silver leaves that sang when stirred by the wind, blossoms that glowed in rhythm with the moon, and streams of liquid starlight winding through the earth like veins of the cosmos.
Statues of the original Alphas, mother witches, and ancient vampires lined the pathways, their eyes glowing faintly, watching, judging, remembering.
Above it all shimmered a vast dome of translucent energy, painted with constellations that shifted with the seasons. It was not merely a shield, but a living spell, woven by the founders to keep the academy hidden from mortal eyes.
Soon, the teenagers started branching as instructed by Emmanuel, other guides chipping in, vampires heading to a specific direction, werewolves to the other side, and the witches following Emmanuel's direction.
It didn't take long for for the group of witches to come to a stop in front of a certain gate leading to the dormetry section which was separated into three.
"May I have your attention please." Emmanuel muttered to the group of teenage witches who were happily chatting while following him.
He waved his hand in the air, and just like a magic trick, a magical bracelet suddenly materialized on the wrist of all the teenagers who were amazed with such a cheap trick.
"Placed on your wrist is your lifeline. It will identify you as a student at this Academy. It will allow you to access certain areas, pay for food using the merits you earned by completing the given tasks , and all sorts of other things.
"It also contains the map of the academy of your get lost, your dormetry location and room number, as well your daily schedule like classes and training.
"In case..." Emmanuel continued to explain but he come to a sudden stop as he realized something strange happening in the academy.
The dome, the only thing keeping the this place away from the eyes of the mortals had started cracking, like a breaking mirror.
"This is odd." He muttered while looking at the direction, and certainly catching the attention of all the teenagers in the surrounding.
The cracks travelled all around the dome and the floor, and before they could know it, the ground suddenly splitted to countless pieces and swallowing every single soul in this academy to unknown.