Unending and mirthless irises shimmered incuriously. Karasuu hummed a harmonious tune beneath his rugged breath. Sliding his hair to the side, he leaned back onto the grass.

Karasuu twirled a dagger in between his smooth, yet frosty fingers, sighing to himself in concealed numbness. His eyes concentrated upon the blade embedded deeply into the forlorn, cracked soil, draining the grass' vitality.

He sat behind one of the numerous structures in his institution's possession, this particular one was unseen by many individuals, residing in the corner of an openly unused sector.

"I want to speak with you." Karasuu mumbled with intentional humour, chuckling softly into his lips, the blade stayed silent, as his coal-hair flitted in the perpetual winds. "Still, only Vasura could..."

He paused with a smirk of comfort, shaking his head before stabbing the dagger near the blade, feeling the susurration of wind slap his cheek. "Oh, well. Speaking to the dead is meaningless."

Karasuu buried his hands into his azure trouser's pockets, laughing; almost noiselessly to himself, as the blade glistened under the watchful glare of the clouds.

He skidded onto the ruggedly shattered path, leading forwards towards the academy's main structure's entrance or gates. Karasuu stomped softly on the steps, climbing through the open doors.

Scrounging around in his pockets, a paper emerged from its confines. Karasuu checked it for a fleeting second, hurling it back inside. "I guess that field-trip for graduators's coming up, huh?"

He sighed, sauntering through the corridor for his first class. [Spell-Usage]. It was simply about the different manners a spell could be utilized - rather boring. Well, perhaps it wasn't fitting towards his preferences.

Slipping along the corridor path, Karasuu discerned Vasura: who conversed blithely with a blue-haired individual, smirking with uninterrupted mirth. Vasura languidly nodded, watching the entity disperse.

Heaving his skull up, he glanced towards Karasuu, lifting a hand with bored indolence and walking over to him. "You disappeared for a while."

Shrugging more to himself, Karasuu slanted his head, unbothered by the airy observation. "Eh, I was merely strolling around." Nodding, Vasura blew onto his crimson hair. It fluttered before drooping.

"Who were you speaking to?" Karasuu wasn't particularly inquisitive, if Vasura wanted to not be vocal regarding this individual's identity - that was completely okay. "If it's not personal, or anything."

"Him? Oh, his name's Khonsu." Vasura dismissed it with a sway of his hand, an easy-going smile squirming upon his naturally arid features. "He's not a student at this place. Only comes to meet with his cousin. Osiris."

"Huh." Karasuu felt a susurration of mana, noticing Vasura and he arrived at the classroom. Kicking the door open, Vasura blandly exhaled, entering. "He's certainly pessimistic this morning."

The thrumming of mana he detected was his professor - professor Qwoin: whose hand hissed softly with a quasi-endless warmth, a minuscule fire sizzling onto his fingers.

Qwoin gave his class a childish grin, flipping the fire into the air, as it dispelled instantly. "Be careful with flames, okay?" His lips lowered before staring back to Vasura and Karasuu, both looking untroubled.

"Take your seats." He shortly ordered, sinking onto his chair, cycling through some documents and mumbling something indistinguishable beneath his breath. "Now, let's start the lesson."

"Last class, we completed it with the explanation of different types of mana. Saue, for example, contains a magic-type to clouds. He can create and manipulate the material of clouds themselves."

"My type is quite simplistic." Qwoin wryly smirked, fanning another fire onto his fingers, watching as it writhed atop them. "It's merely fire, a common one."

"Still." He pointed towards Karasuu: whose eye-brows scurried up in dry curiosity, Qwoin's features shimmered interestedly, as he lowered his hand back. "Karasuu's magic is based around regeneration."

"A rather useful ability. Karasuu may allow himself to be wounded more, for his magic can heal him up."

Humming to himself for a diminutive second, Qwoin swayed his hand in an easy-going gesture. "The use of mana is not small, nor big at the same time. Certain restrictions are placed upon our magic."

Karasuu glanced over to Saue, whose eye-lids drooped in undesirable concentration. He blinked them open before letting his eyes collapse. Karasuu's nose rasped with an unending mirth.

Qwoin whirled, standing back up as he scanned the class-room, his irises situating themselves on Vasura, whose head hung low, not bothering to behave attentively for the lesson.

"Vasura!" Qwoin intentionally selected, returning to his seat, as he leisurely leaned back onto it, amused. While he observed Vasura's confusion grow. "Your magic type? If you could explain it, please."

"Controls the dead." Vasura straight-forwardly enunciated, slumping his shoulders before lowering his skull towards the brunt of the desk with a bored susurration. "That's all."

"Surely, there's something more to your magic." Karasuu comprehended Qwoin's rather obvious game: simply pressure the lifeless-controller into explaining his abilities. "Come on, no need to be timid."

"Screw this. I'm certain Wukong would be elated to express the strength of his ability."

"Ah, I would." Qwoin sighed to himself, a woeful look blooming atop his rough, yet entertained features. "Unfortunately, Helios Wukong is not assigned to my class."

Karasuu tapped his cheek in internal contemplation. Wukong always preferred to be called, well, Wukong, and, despite being buddies for more than 4+ years, he never humoured them with his reason.

Perhaps it was something personal. If it was, Karasuu wasn't planning on scouring for a clue. Shaking his skull, Karasuu snapped his stare back to Qwoin: who listened to Vasura drone about the benefits of his magic.

The specific amount of time, which flew by, equated to approximately two hours, Karasuu gazed through his third lesson's class-room, discerning his school-mates' rather inquisitive boisterousness, or languidness, for the trip.

Wukong heaved a childish breath, a bored countenance playing atop his face. He noticed Karasuu: who stood nearby the sides, ostensibly waiting. "You look drowsy."

Karasuu slanted his skull with a small smirk of brief mirth, lifting up his shoulders in innocence. "I wasn't the one screaming last night now. Was I?"

"That was uncalled for, completely." Wukong argued back lamely, while lazily sinking into one of the chairs, placing both hands on the arm-rests. "I swear the closet's sound-proofed."

"Not any-more."

"Oh, you sneaky little-"

"Okay, maybe no cussing." Vasura suggested wanly, a purple haze shrouding his form as his existence rippled into place, indisputably not startling Wukong. [He leaped back, and banged his head on the chair.] "Thanks."

Wukong exerted his lips with a sigh of relief, burying himself into his chair with a slouch of wide indolence. "This trip's gonna suck. I'm certain."

"Oh, and when the hell could you-..." He gesticulated in the atmosphere, pointing to where Vasura stood with a shocked and largely impressed expression. "You can teleport now?"

"I always could." Vasura dismissed airily, sliding into his own seat as he leaned back, blandly observing his class-mates walk inwards. "I rarely use the spell. It drains up to much mana."

Karasuu merely listened to his group's small argument about whether teleportation was useful, or bootless. Wukong perceived it as a spell to startle people or he was bitter about banging his head onto a chair.

"Okay, class!" Krwn impassively bellowed, clapping with a surge of mana, garnering his students' attention. "I'm sure all of you are excited for this trip."

"No!"

"You threatened me!"

"I can feel the elation." He groused in minuscule irritation, gruffly coughing to silence the thrumming of countless noises. "Now, shut up!" Krwn snapped his fingers to himself, inhaling widely.

The students gathered up into a rather large line, strolling through the corridor, while murmuring conversations between each-other. Vasura cracked his neck, glancing over to Wukong- who skidded forward blithely.

"You're gonna crash into something." Karasuu noted with a casual nod, staring into the windows they walked by, noticing Krwn outside speaking to the principal of the school. "Guess she's back."

"Yep! I'm gonna crash into your sorry-" Wukong stumbled, loosing the pattern in his unwary, yet elated stride. He stepped back, breathing with a twinge of high relief. "Almost collapsed, damn."

Vasura's mouth rasped in dry, mocking humour. He grinned; brimming with a wry exuberance. His lips lowered into place, as he hummed in incuriosity. "We're allowed to bring weapons?"

"Certainly." Karasuu retorted informatively, looking upon his t-shirt's pocket while rolling up his shoulders in airy preparation. "I got the information sheet contained inside my pockets."

The trio slipped into a rather amicable silence, keeping their pace smooth; walking alongside their other class-mates. Another few classes were scheduled to partake in this trip later.

Krwn checked the students with a perpetual inspection, snapping his attention back to the principal- who gestured for them to stick behind her path, she strolled noiselessly into the structure at the side, opening the door.

"Okay, you kids." The professor pointed towards a platform, it shimmered with a hint of glistening azure. The inside of the building was luminous, scintillating with a single chandelier. "Step on!"

Karasuu grinned to himself openly, a scientific ocean humming in his charcoal irises. His interest for the uncountable dimensions of reality was expressed; almost endlessly in his expression.

"Are you plotting to murder someone?" Wukong guessed bluntly, creeped out by the peculiar attitude being conveyed. He inched back, a wary whirl upon his features. "If you plan too. Could it be Vasura?"

The essence of reality itself was separated into countless dimensions. Each one contained a different species, culture, and atmosphere. The one Karasuu was intrigued by was Hell: Home to all devils.

While not all realms were accessible, most were connected by mana itself. Certain platforms created by a specific material, called the connector, linked what would be called dimensional mana.

Krwn lifted up a hand, signalling a soundless message to the principal: who, grasping a clip-board, eyed the class, memorizing all the students' appearances and names helped when marking who was present for the trip.

"You better be excited." Krwn scratched his neck with an indolent smirk, as his body started distorting on the platform until he warped out of existence. "I ain't getting paid for this!"

Then, it all snapped into a disputably hellish dream.

Vasura Hii's Experience.

My body creaked in discomfort, while my vision burned in suppressed agony. Gritting my teeth, existence itself blurred. While I seldom travelled through dimensions, I was certain this level of distortion wasn't natural.

I growled inside my throat, channelling mana into my hands. When transporting to a different world, a layer of mana would encircle the entities inside it, for protection.

I wasn't particularly the most cunning in regards to something similar to a malfunctioning connector. I was unsparingly aware of one topic. All mana was connected to a high degree.

The mana susurrating between my fingers growled, I immediately grabbed the layer of protection, coercing it too open completely. My form shuddered, until it slung me out of the layer.

The connector material in the academy was manipulated to be attached to the dimension, where the trip was scheduled. When someone interfered, in my circumstances, with it, a random portal would be opened.

"Still confuses me."

My class-mates could either of successfully situated themselves in the dimension where the trip was planned - or, similarly to me, needed to crash through a portal. "I'm falling from the sky."

I snapped my fingers, allowing my azure eyes to warp into purple, controlling my mana into the teleportation spell. "Communicate to the dead spirits."

The air rippled, as a claw of indiscernible energy, invisible to other individuals, flung me safely to the terrain. I staggered onto it, sighing in contemplation. Now, I was stuck in this dimension, unless a connector was nearby.

"Good, I'm not alone!" A bellow flitted into my ears. I perked up, recognizing that tone with familiarity. Wukong, my annoying companion. "Vasura, you came to this place too, eh?"

"No, I'm a ghost plotting to kill you."

"That was Karasuu."

"Now." Wukong settled atop the surface, cross-logged, humming into his lips. His hand shimmered with a foreboding energy, forming his signature staff. "Let's get out of this...World?"

"Yep." I coiled my fingers into each-other for a fleeting minute, unfurling them as they glistened; my purple mana shaping me a single dagger. "We're trapped."

"Indisputably." Wukong grinned concurringly. He stabbed his staff into the terrain, burying it before glaring upwards. "Only cliffs." His crimson irises shrunk in concentration. I detected a thrum of dissolving energy.

"We're screwed, huh?"

Wukong optimistically nodded, rather unconcerned by our lack of escape. His staff shimmered, extending towards another cliff as he grabbed my neck, flinging me skywards.

I grappled onto the surface, settling atop it with a placated sigh. It was widely baleful of him. Still, I would be untruthful if it wasn't quite thrilling.

He climbed from the circular pad situated on his grown staff, blithely stepping onto the shattered terrain, retracting his weapon back into its natural size. "You feel the presence?"

"Only mana." The difference between a presence and mana was hugely small, a presence felt similar to a body, while mana felt akin to an ocean. "It keeps forming, then dispersing."

"Too bad." Wukong shrugged, a deluge of crimson energy dancing onto his staff, guiding it back towards its centre: a pocket-dimension of storage. "Now-. Is that a rusty city, or something?"

I stared in confusion at where his glove-encircled finger pointed, my own eye-brows lifting up in dubiety. I descried a multitude of crumbling structures and a shattered path. "What the hell?"

The settlement shuddered with a grey mana, rumbling the earth beneath our feet, as two wings of inhuman power flapped into the perpetual skies.

Exiting Vasura Hii's Experience.

Wukong flicked his firebrick irises through the forlorn atmosphere, discerning each block of the crumbled town. This place was rather empty, lacking any entities.

Keen eyes watched.