All-Survival

Summer City. Academic Boulevard, Archeologist Academy.

The headmaster of the well-respected Archeologist Academy put down his phone. His graying, aging eyes looked fatigued after hearing another piece of bad news coming from the stadium. 

He grabbed the armrests of his chair and pushed him up. He walked to the window, which showed a reflection of his elderly face.

The headmaster's head was full of gray hair, but there wasn't a single wrinkle on his face. For an elder, his body was well-toned, and there wasn't any sign that he was even close to reaching the end of his life.

He suddenly smiled as he saw his students walking down the campus with their friends, and some even with their lovers. They were either going from the dormitory to classes or to the training halls.

The headmaster then sighed. "If only they were as passionate about realm travel."

His sigh sounded very deep.