The entire world had witnessed the return of the true Dragon Emperor. The skies had borne his crest, the black sword pulsing with sacred death, and his Imperial Knights standing tall as his dominion reignited. Yet, there was still one lingering place left to address—the academy where it all began anew.
Rael, dressed in the robes of his forgotten dynasty, stepped through the grand iron gates of the Arkanveil Academy for the final time. His presence alone drew silence, awe, and trembling fear. Whispers buzzed through the hallways like an electric storm: the forgotten emperor had returned.
In the Headmaster's chamber, the once-arrogant authorities of the institution stood rigid, sweating under the pressure of a truth they could no longer hide. Rael did not wait for theatrics.
"Kneel," he said simply, his voice calm, yet heavy with the weight of a thousand ages.
The Headmaster staggered, defiant for a heartbeat. Then, under the crushing gravity of Rael's soul-deep presence, he collapsed to his knees. One by one, the corrupted teachers followed. Every spell they had studied, every chain of power they had clung to—none could shield them from judgment.
Rael raised his hand, and a shimmering screen of truth opened across the walls of the room. From hidden libraries, sealed laboratories, and forbidden dungeons beneath the academy, grotesque images poured out: children subjected to cruel magical grafting, sentient beasts dissected alive in the name of forbidden knowledge, students fed to demons in exchange for pacts.
The room fell into horrified silence.
"This institution," Rael declared, his voice echoing across the chamber like divine thunder, "was a cradle for evil. And you... you were its enablers."
Gasps rippled as noble families who had long supported the academy watched from magical projections throughout the realm. Some cried out in rage, others sank into despair.
Rael's black sword appeared at his side, humming with unrelenting power.
"No more. The age of false merit and chained knowledge ends here."
With a sweep of his arm, a purification magic circle appeared, layered and immense—a beautiful lattice of golden and black symbols, rewriting the very laws of the building. The seals burst. Chains snapped. The imprisoned souls were released to the afterlife.
Rael turned.
"Let it be known," he spoke to the gathered press of the magical world, now viewing him live across nations, "the Emperor has returned—not to rebuild the past, but to ensure no shadow ever again dares to rise from its corpse."
And with that, the Imperial Knights behind him destroyed the Headmaster's throne and archives. The corrupted faculty were taken away in chains, their fates sealed by the law and by history.
The academy gates closed behind Rael as he walked away, never needing to return.
From that day on, whispers no longer filled the halls. They were silenced by the truth.
The era of oppression was over.
And the world held its breath, awaiting what the Dragon Emperor would do next.