Chapter 74: School Of The Dammed

The day began like any other at the magic academy, with Simon attending his classes and participating in his training sessions. But as the hours passed, he couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that had settled over him—a sense of unease that seemed to cling to him like a shadow.

It started subtly at first, a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye or a faint whisper in the back of his mind. But as the day wore on, the visions grew more vivid and intense, invading his thoughts with an eerie clarity that sent shivers down his spine.

In his mind's eye, Simon saw another version of the magic academy—a dark and desolate place, its halls echoing with the hollow sound of footsteps and the distant wails of the damned. The students who wandered its corridors were no longer vibrant and alive but were instead lifeless husks, their eyes vacant and their souls drained of all vitality.

Simon tried to push the visions aside, to focus on his studies and training, but they lingered like a persistent nightmare, haunting him at every turn. He caught glimpses of the ruined academy whenever he closed his eyes, the images flashing before him like fragments of a forgotten dream.

He didn't dare speak of his visions to anyone, fearing that they would dismiss him as mad or delusional. Instead, he kept his fears to himself, burying them deep beneath a facade of calm and composure.

But as the day wore on and the visions grew more frequent, Simon found it increasingly difficult to maintain his composure. His thoughts became clouded with doubt and uncertainty, his mind consumed by the horrors he had seen.

In his final class of the day, as he sat at his desk trying to focus on the lesson, the visions came crashing down upon him with overwhelming force. He felt himself being pulled into the depths of his own mind, his senses overwhelmed by the darkness that lurked within.

And then, just as suddenly as they had come, the visions faded away, leaving Simon shaken and disoriented. He blinked, trying to clear his mind and shake off the lingering sense of dread that clung to him like a suffocating fog.

But even as he forced himself to push the visions aside and return his attention to his studies, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were a harbinger of something dark and sinister lurking just beyond the horizon. And as he made his way back to his dormitory for the night, he couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the magic academy held, waiting to be uncovered.