The world around was at a stand still. Everyone's eyes glued to the messages moving across the projections. 

“This is a joke right?”

“Have the news stations been hacked”

“Mommy what's going on why’d everyone stop?”

The gasps, grunts, questions and denials raised slowly within the crowds of people all around; like the claps after a speech or performance. Snow, unknown to the people around, was not native to this world, and so he didn't share in their deep reverie of the kings, queens, and lords of this world. 

And yet even his eyes were wide, his mouth slightly a gape. He looked just as shocked as anyone else. And that was because there was one truth that was consistent between the civilization that snow had come from and then one that surrounded him right now. Murder of this magnitude simply did not happen… no one could kill a clan head. 

They simply wield power that far surpasses the comprehension of a normal person. But this was even more than that. King Inar, the lord of wisdom. This was one of the very first people Snow had come across in the beginning of his research, and it didn't stop there. 90% of literature and studies in every field mentioned this man. 

His influence was unmatched. A man who’d only lived 200 years; not even a fraction of his life expectancy, had changed the lens in which people perceived the very life they lived.  Awakened did die. Murder is a consequence of any civilization, That's what snow believed, but not murder of this magnitude.

 The reality began to settle in the people around, Lots began to cry, Some held each other, others stood looking up in silence. All somehow knowing the words displayed were true. 

King inar was truly something else… He was peace personified to these people, someone who had torn down decade long  injustices and spread his vast wealth and wisdom among the people of this world. There were more clan heads than just him equally as benevolent as well as highly influential. And yet something put him above all of them still. 

Snow had only known such reverie one other time in his life. And that was within the  prince of the night himself. 

𝒱𝓁𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝐼𝐼 𝒟𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒰𝐿

The king of vampires. 

Unlike everyone else around Snow wasn't sad or distraught. He was tense… this affected everything. Back home had Dracul died unexpectedly it would have shook the very foundation of the world. Snow could feel that that's exactly what had just happened with this death.

No doubt that exams aren't gonna come in 5 months anymore… no much much sooner than that now. And that meant the need to develop a set of useful abilities took priority over everything. Turning and beginning a pace down the street, Snow was headed deep into the inner city now. 

He’d avoided going deep simply because so many people had seen him without his contacts there. But now he had to go back, he had to attend the academy. 

Another place he avoided but for a much more solid reason. Snow was not of the sun sky and he also possessed a muse way before anyone was supposed to. This was an advantage of course but also a disadvantage. His life was at stake whenever he activated his muse, and intensity amplified some emotions. Early on it was too much of a risk for him to learn in a foreign environment with his life at stake. 

But now risks had to be taken, More than one at that. As he walked, snow activated the muse ability he'd created and decided he’d call it

“𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥”. 

A name created with king inar in mind, seers were usually depicted blindfolded and this ability let him perceive more than he should in the people around him. a seer like ability. 

This time, intensely limiting his range to just a few feet around him. Snow began to perceive the wavelengths of emotions. It was still a lot but not unbearable, he had to learn as much about this ability as he could. Since it was one he could use without his life being at significant risk, because this ability was not on display for people to see. 

Like before his mind felt open and vast; sensitive even. Three things  stood out as he walked. One; he perceived and comprehended things much faster. Two; if focused hard enough he could hone this sense onto 2 or 3 people 

depending on the intensity of their emotions. 

Blending the others into a sort of background. 

And three; that this ability while small did siphon some spiritual Essence not immediately though, that was why he didn't pick up on it the first time. But that meant that he could probably only use this ability without essence for a short time. 

All in all It seemed he had created a truly superb ability. But even so Snow's mood was sour, most everyone was sad… And he’d started to grow irritated at their sadness. A selfish feeling he was aware, but a human one, he didn't share in their deep sadness but neither did they share in his…  

But soon enough he was standing in front of the academy gates.