The Dean's eyes swept across the vast chamber, her expression shifting from mild curiosity to pure astonishment as she took in the sight before her.
Before her stood rows upon rows of weapons, each encased perfectly in glass, their presence emanating a raw, undeniable power.
They weren't ordinary weapons—not even close.
Each blade, staff, and artifact carried distinct energies, yet within them, she could sense their unique classifications—
Holy. Demonic. Perfect Elementals and many other different attributes.
And the terrifying part?
Every single one of them… was Legendary.
Some—perhaps even Mythical.
The Dean's voice was sharp, pressing, laced with genuine disbelief—
"Where did you get all this?"
She took a slow step forward, scanning the weapons again—perfectly preserved.
Hamiel exhaled, crossing his arms as he gazed proudly at his collection, his voice carrying the weight of an undeniable truth.
"Have you ever seen me leave the Academy?"
