The Unattainable RPG Academy

Hidden within the ice of another dimension lies the Academy. Its building is dark, gloomy, and elegant. You were brought here by the servants of the Lord of Darkness. You are a rare case; you were invited to study here after your potential was recognized.

You entered through the great gates of the Academy, passed through a hall adorned with a hundred paintings, and arrived at the guest room, where the director was already waiting for you. A large panoramic window, stretching across the entire height of the towering ceiling, revealed a view of the snowy landscapes of this world.

The Dark Lord, despite his name, was noble and honest, yet strict. With a glance, he motioned for you to sit. It was warm here; a magical fireplace was burning, and amber lamps cast a soft glow.

— Sit, child.

The director was a man, a stately man. He had long grey hair and a stern gaze. He wore a dark mantle. By his appearance, he looked to be forty, though he was obviously older. Wrinkles had barely begun to trace across his face. His voice was hypnotic, alluring, yet cold at the same time.

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.