As the other students froze in terror, Ray’s eyes turned a piercing, frosted blue. The "Ordinary" facade shattered. He didn't reach for a staff; he simply snapped his fingers. ""
Amelia stared at him, her breath hitching in the chilled air. "Ray... who are you really?" Hyouken no Majutsushi ga Sekai wo Suberu: Sekai...
Ray offered a small, practiced smile. "I'll try my best, Amelia." As the other students froze in terror, Ray’s
"Ray! You're daydreaming again!" Amelia Rose called out, her crimson hair a sharp contrast against the grey sky. She raised her training sword, her eyes sparking with a mix of rivalry and genuine warmth. "The exams are next week. If you don't focus, you'll be at the bottom of the rankings." "" Amelia stared at him, her breath hitching
He lowered his gaze, the blue fading back to a quiet, unassuming grey. "Just a student, Amelia. One who’s tired of the cold."
Ray stood at the centre of the frost, his breath hitching as the memories of the Far East War threatened to resurface. He looked at his hands, still trembling from the cold he commanded.
The Iceblade Sorcerer, Ray White, stood at the edge of the Arnold Academy training grounds, the biting wind tugging at his simple uniform. To the other students, he was just an "Ordinary" – a commoner who had lucked his way into a prestigious magic school. But beneath the surface, his mana hummed with a cold, absolute power that could freeze the very soul of the world.