The air in the astrology classroom was laced with the soft scent of incense. Constellations shimmered across the ceiling while miniature planets drifted lazily in the air. Despite the ethereal beauty, Clara Valac fidgeted in her seat. Alice's earlier comment about her presence in this class had hit her harder than she'd let on.
Whispers buzzed around her like gnats.
"Clara? In seduction class? What's she gonna do, hug us into submission?"
Feigning confidence, Clara jumped to her feet, shaped her hand like a finger gun, and declared in a wobbly voice, "You'll all fall in love with me, just you wait!"
A few snickers and sarcastic claps followed, but she stood her ground, silencing most of the jeers.
Alice, smirking, said, "Good luck, Clara. I'm curious how Professor Lime will react."
Professor Lime—a legendary succubus with a voice like silk and eyes that could hypnotize a troll—entered the room in a swirl of velvet and gold. Her classroom was dim and lavish, decorated with golden-framed mirrors and crimson drapes. She radiated power, allure, and the confidence of someone who had mastered every nuance of her craft.
"Remember," she purred, "true power isn't in your words—it's in how you make them feel."
Clara gulped and took notes furiously.
Transfiguration with Morax Momonoki
Elsewhere in the Transfiguration classroom—stark, clean, and lined with aged grimoires—Cale Azazel sat up straight as Professor Morax Momonoki entered.
"Today, we begin with the basics. Before you, a matchstick. Your task: transfigure it into a needle. You must balance magic, shape, and weight."
Cale raised an eyebrow. This magic reminded him of something from a human wizarding novel. No wands, no long chants—just sheer will.
He raised his hand, letting violet light swirl around his fingers. A moment later, a polished silver needle glinted on his desk.
"I'm finished."
Professor Momonoki inspected his work and nodded. "Perfect form. First to finish. Well done, Azazel."
The rest of the class grew more creative: frogs turned into juggling balls, rocks into fluttering crows, and mice into delicate glass goblets.
Cale grinned. For once, he could see why humans found this stuff fun.
The Subterranean Gym Challenge
That afternoon, Cale regrouped with Alice and Clara in a hidden underground gymnasium. Ancient banners hung along the stone walls, depicting historic demon duels and magical trials.
Alice admired the massive room. "This is where the promotion exams are held."
"The next one's called 'The Executioner Ball,'" he added.
"Executioner? Or Excretor?" Cale quipped, making Clara burst into laughter.
Alice sighed. "It's like a demonic version of dodgeball. Back in the day, it was literal bloodsport—now it's... safer. Sort of."
Cale turned to Iruma, who had just arrived and looked mortified. "Relax, man. I'm not joining. But you three? Go ask Opera to help train you. Should be... entertaining."
Preparing for a Journey
That evening at home, Cale pored over an ancient demon map, his spirits circling nearby. He marked a tiny deserted island with a red X.
"There. That's where we'll begin."
Kira zipped around the room, gathering supplies: backpacks, food, gear. Blanca zipped in circles above his head, Onan sniffed the map curiously.
Before dawn, Cale left a brief note for Ameri:
Going out for personal training. Don't freak out. Probably won't die. Love, Cale.
With his pack secured, he took to the skies.
Arrival on the Island
Hours later, his wings burned with exhaustion. Blanca hovered nearby, flapping her hands like a bootcamp instructor.
"Move it! Just one more flap, soldier!"
Panting, Cale crash-landed onto the sandy shore. He sat there for a moment, face buried in the sand.
After a short rest, he split rations between his spirits, then entered the dense jungle. As night fell, panic rose. He'd lost track of Onan—but a rustle in the bushes revealed the panther, who led him to a cave.
It was cool, dark, and dry. Perfect for the night.
The Infinite Tower
While exploring the cave, they stumbled upon a spiraling tunnel choked with webs.
"SPIDERS. Nope."
"Electrocute me!" Cale shouted at Kira.
A jolt surged through him—taking down the webbed swarm.
At the end of the tunnel stood a strange stone structure. A worn inscription above its door read:
The Infinite Tower.
The moment he stepped inside, a glowing ouroboros tattoo seared onto his wrist. Torches flared to life with blue fire.
The place was ancient—nearly crumbling—but still alive with dormant magic. Vines clawed along its broken exterior, trying to reclaim the stone. The walls breathed with old secrets.
Cale descended an unending spiral staircase until he found a door marked with a single Roman numeral: I.
He pushed it open.
A blast of light blinded him.
"What the hell is—?!"
Then—white.
His adventure was just beginning.