Alzir stood arms crossed as he watched the exchange of venomous words between Solus and Hazumi. It was fascinating, the two were almost exactly alike in personality. Though it certainly made sense why they were fighting. The ebb and flow of the ballroom swirling past him like he was a mountain in a sea. 

They would all be his students eventually. They would learn, he would mold them into weapons to be used in an endless war. Wherever the academy directed them he would be the blacksmith that forged them in fire. There were others amongst the students too. Liabilities and dangers. Just like the loose cannon they called Solus Grim. They said he’d killed Judas. Alzir had simply chuckled. All you had to do was pull the trigger and Alzir had refrained from it. Too much lost time to find too many lost memories to uncover. He was now ready to walk the world again. 

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Lazarus was late, he could hear the sounds of the party up ahead. His boots sounded like thunder claps as he walked up the hallway. His black overcoat trailed behind him. A sword hung at his hip with a stylized dragon head at it’s hilt. It sported a chunk of black obsidian in it’s mouth. The sword itself was a lengthy bastard sword with a jagged edge forged from some of the best steel on earth. 

As he walked he looked up and saw a picture of vengeance and beauty striding down the hallway. Shoes literally melting away. He considered staying his current course but decided it would have been a foolish course at best. Lazarus stepped aside as Hazumi stormed past. Pissy little thing. 

With a heave Lazarus pushed open the doors to the ballroom. His coat brushed back. It was a dark grey complimenting his lighter grey dress shirt and his black slacks over black boots. Alzir stood off to the side of the room and he made a line for him disregarding those around his as he moved through the crowd. “Master Alvuad”. The grey haired older man nodded his acknowledgement of Lazarus. “Dr. Finch, I trust that your accommodations were to your standard.” Lazarus gave Alzir a bleak look “I think that hardly matters.” Alzir didn’t bother to look at Lazarus. “Still wrapped up in your soul corrupting crusade I see.” Lazarus snorted at that, “This is just another stopping point for me and you know that.” Alzir nodded “I’m well aware of your plans Lazarus.” 

With that the master and the student fell silent as they watched the crowd of new students and faculty. “This is going to end in fire.” Alzir stood silent for a moment “Yes. But we always knew that”