THE TYRANNY OF THE DRAGONYX

Aron and his sister, their forms mere blurs of chaos and calm, descended upon the Pacesetter Academy like a storm. Their arrival was swift, unannounced, and devastating. As they breached the outer barrier of the academy, a ripple of energy surged through the wards protecting the grounds, but it was no match for the raw dominance they wielded.

The skies above darkened unnaturally, clouds swirling as Aron's chaotic aura clashed with his sister's unnerving tranquility. Their presence felt like a force of nature—an impending calamity—and the academy trembled under their pressure.

"Who goes there!!!?"

"Halt!!"