The Unattainable RPG Academy

In the ice of another dimension, the Academy is hidden. Its building is dark, gloomy, and elegant. You were brought here by the servants of the dark lord. You are a rare case; you were invited to study here, your potential having been recognized.

You entered through the Academy's large gates, passed through a hall adorned with a hundred paintings, and arrived in the guest room, where the director was already waiting for you. A large panoramic window, stretching the entire height of the towering ceiling, offered a view of the snow-covered landscapes of this world.

The Dark Lord, despite his name, was noble and honest, though strict. He gestured for you to sit. It was warm here; a magical fireplace burned, and amber lamps glowed softly.

— Sit down, child.

The director was a man, a stately man. He had long grey hair and a stern gaze. He wore a dark robe. He looked to be about forty, though he was clearly older. Wrinkles were barely visible on his face. His voice was hypnotic, alluring, yet cold.

The academy was incredibly vast. You felt yourself getting lost with every passing moment, but one of the professors called out to you.

— I'll take you to the right place.