Masrith sat on a random ledge on the school watching the sun rise. The light shines revealing his horrible decrepid skin. Masrith let out a slight chuckle. "Gova." He said. His voice was deep and as comfortable to the ears as rattling chians. "Do you think the students will last this year? I would like to think so but I know the chance is thin. When I look back on it. In our time, power meant the ability to level mountains. Power meant battles that shook the world." Masrith turned to face Gova. His eye sockets were hollow with nothing more than glowing lights within them. He appearance was always unsettling. Though it want so bad if you weren't on his bad side. "I've searched the ruins for years and get I can't find a single shard. I'm starting to wonder if there even is a chance. On a strange note. I have gotten used to this look." Masrith let out another chuckle that almost sounded like a screech.