The Academy Games was an event in which supernatural academies had competed yearly for glory. This year rugby had been set to take place in a couple of days.

Jae-sung relaxes until a day before the game and open's the book, supposedly mermaid tears dripped upon the pages, it began to flutter once again. He felt his magic and mana refine, as if his abilities had become more devastating. Now an empty book, pages blank.

Seo-yun would not be participating, but she had accompanied Jae-sung as they went to the grand stadium.

As Jae-sung entered, the field was alive with the roar of the crowd, their cheers and jeers a symphony of anticipation as the teams lined up, ready to clash.

The werewolf, a hulking beast with fur as black as night, stood at the front of the line, grabbing the ball grasped tightly in his jaws. With a deafening howl, he lunged forward, his powerful legs propelling him forward with speed and grace.

But the opposing team was not to be underestimated. The mages, their robes fluttering in the wind, unleashed a barrage of ice spells making the floor slick, causing him to slip and falter. The vampire, a blur of motion, pounced upon the opportunity and with a vicious strike, slammed the werewolf's head into the ground, snatching the ball away.

The vampire was a sight to behold. With his striking features and chiseled jawline, he exuded a certain dark charm that was both alluring and intimidating. His eyes, deep and mysterious, seemed to hold a lifetime of secrets and experiences. His hair, jet black and sleek, flowed like obsidian behind him. His skin, pale and smooth, was a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of the game and the other players.

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As he moved across the field, his movements were fluid and graceful, as if he was gliding rather than running. He was a blur of speed, his supersonic abilities allowing him to dart and weave through the other players with ease. His movements were precise and calculated, his every step and jump calculated to perfection.

But it wasn't just his physical appearance and abilities that made the vampire stand out. It was the way he carried himself, with a sense of power and authority that commanded respect and fear. He was a predator, and everyone on the field knew it.

But Jae-sung, with his wire-manipulating powers, was not to be outdone. He tripped the vampire and sent him tumbling, just as the Oni, a handsome humanoid with horns, teleported onto the field through a portal, grasping the ball. He wore traditional Japanese attire, a hakama and a fundoshi, both made of a dark, almost black silk. The Oni, with his otherworldly powers, blinked in and out of existence, darting down the field with the ball in tow.

The nagas, with their serpentine forms and human-like upper bodies, slithered gracefully onto the field. Their scales glinted iridescently in the sunlight, each one a unique blend of greens, blues, and golds. Their long, flowing hair cascaded down their backs, adorned with intricate jewelry of gold and precious gems. Their eyes, large and almond-shaped, held a wisdom and intelligence that belied their beastly appearance.

They moved with a fluidity and grace that was mesmerizing to behold, their bodies undulating as they sang in a language that was both foreign and beautiful. They were both fearsome and mesmerizing creatures. The sound of their voices was like a symphony, harmonizing and blending together in a way that was both soothing and captivating.

The Oni had been enthralled, the ball slipped from his hands as he stood motionless. A giant had picked up the ball between his fingers.

The giant stood tall and imposing, towering over the others on the field. His skin was thick and rough, like bark on an ancient tree. His every step shook the ground beneath him, sending ripples through the grass and sending dust clouds into the air. He then proceeded to flick the ball down the field.

The ball had just been floating through the air at this moment.