Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy

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Vale was secretly observing their progress, his gaze sharp yet concealed. He needed to confirm that the adjustments they had made to learn new techniques of Dark Arts were superior to those of the previous batch of students.

After all, their academy was still in its infancy, and they were pioneering new methods of teaching Dark Energy. These methods aimed to help Practitioners cast Dark Arts without relying heavily on traditional Spell Models.

”Theyʼre improving faster than I expected,” Vale muttered to himself, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. ”The Philosopherʼs Elixir must be working better than I anticipated. The Chaos Alchemists are proving far more useful than I thought.”

He recalled how Miya had been tirelessly working to transform everyone into Arcanists as quickly as possible. Of course, her efforts were also driven by the desire to make their church wealthy and powerful. But since everyone was benefiting from the arrangement, Vale didnʼt mind whether they became the richest organization in the land.

For now, Vale hadnʼt called for Armin. The boy needed time to solidify his foundation, and learning their new techniques would be the best way to achieve that.

This time, Armin was immersed in his favorite subject: the study of Magic Language. It encompassed ancient languages, runes, and glyphs—the very backbone of all spells. For Armin, it was both fascinating and maddening.

Under the guidance of Professor Dalton, they delved into the foundations of Inscription.

Professor Dalton introduced them to Shadow Script, a specialized subset of Magic Language used exclusively in Dark Arts spells. Unlike the broader scripts of Holy or Rune Arts, Shadow Script was limited in scope but required a strong Spirit to wield effectively.

”Shadow Script isnʼt static,” Professor Dalton explained, drawing a spiraling rune on the blackboard. Though this wasnʼt his primary subject, teaching an introductory level of it was effortless for him.

”What makes Shadow Script unique is its connection to your emotions and energy,” he continued. ”If your intent wavers, the script will falter with you. This is unlike Rune Arts, which you can simply copy from textbooks.”

Dalton had only been practicing Shadow Script for about two years when Vale had contacted him again. This method, he explained, was a legacy of a true Asura—the originator of Dark Arts. It was one of Valeʼs secret strategies to strengthen the academyʼs Dark Arts Practitioners.

Because of this, Dalton was still relatively new to the technique and practiced it nightly alongside other professors.

For now, the class focused on inscribing basic Shadow Scripts. They began with simple symbols like ”Sharn” for concealment and ”Drenn” for repulsion.

”I suppose heʼs receiving private lessons from Vale,” Dalton thought as he observed Arminʼs rapid progress.

Armin found the Shadow Script both entertaining and meditative, despite its challenges. He absorbed every piece of knowledge he could, and by the end of the month, he successfully inscribed ”Nyran,” a script for reinforcing barriers, onto a parchment.

Unfortunately, this parchment could only be used by its creator, unlike Rune Arts Practitioners, who could share their runes with anyone. In essence, Shadow Scripts were akin to exclusive Talismans, though their principles differed.

Still, this was merely a small branch of Dark Arts, serving primarily as a support tool.

The next class was Darkness Path, Arminʼs least favorite subject. It was taught by a second-year professor specializing in a different field, adding to the classʼs mystique. Darkness Path was both feared and revered among students, largely due to its instructor: Professor Renald Corvus, a man with sunken eyes and an aura that reeked of violence.

Armin disliked Professor Corvus. Unlike the calm, composed demeanor of the other professors, Corvus exuded the aura of a killer. While Armin understood the reasoning behind it, he struggled to concentrate in the manʼs presence, as he was highly sensitive to such energy.

”Iʼll have to get used to this,” Armin thought. ”After all, Iʼm studying Dark Arts, not Holy Arts. This is part of the territory.”

Over the weeks, Armin learned about Corruption, a dangerous energy unique to the Darkness Path. Practitioners could use it to empower their spells, but it was volatile. When controlled, Corruption could amplify a simple spell into something far more devastating.

Arminʼs hands trembled the first time he tried to channel Corruption into a simple Shadow Needle spell. After several attempts, he succeeded. The resulting Shadow Needle was infused with Corruption, turning a wooden target completely black before disintegrating.

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”Corruption doesnʼt simply empower you—it consumes,” Professor Corvus warned. ”Harness it without discipline, and it will tear your soul apart.”

The students were understandably wary of this energy, but since it strengthened their abilities, they had no choice but to learn how to use it.

Arminʼs hands trembled the first time he tried to channel Corruption into a simple Shadow Needle spell. After several attempts, he succeeded. The resulting Shadow Needle was infused with Corruption, turning a wooden target completely black before disintegrating.

”Corruption… this is terrifying,” Armin thought. ”I only succeeded once, and I already feel dizzy.”

Still, Armin pushed himself to master the technique, determined not to disappoint his master, Vale.

Finally, there was Arcane History, taught by Professor Elias Trantor. He entertained the students with tales of past invasions, focusing on the rise of the Abyssal Demons that had once threatened their world.

Armin learned about the Abyssal Generals, powerful beings who led armies of demonic creatures. Each General had a unique affinity: fire, decay, shadow, poison, ice, blood, and storms. These stories captivated the class, leaving them both excited and awestruck by the power of the Shadow Immortal and his forces, who had protected their continent.

The tale of the Divine Vampire, who served the Shadow Immortal, was particularly memorable.

According to Professor Trantor, the Divine Vampire was not merely a servant but a legendary figure in her own right. She was once a mortal, but she had transcended his humanity through a pact with the Shadow Immortal, gaining immortality and unparalleled strength.

The tales werenʼt too accurate but it was said that her transformation had been fueled by a thirst for vengeance against the Abyssal Demons, who had destroyed her homeland.

Aside from that, the Divine Vampireʼs power was unmatched, even among the Shadow Immortalʼs most trusted allies. She could manipulate blood, using it to heal, harm, or even resurrect the fallen thralls.

”Divine Vampire… I wonder if I could ever meet her.” Armin muttered to himself.