Bright sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, illuminating the chalkboard. The teacher, clad in combat gear, flipped open his textbook. With a grave expression, he stated, word by word, "Humanity has been at war with the Blood for sixty years. They have breached our borders three thousand five hundred times, and every time, countless human warriors have had to step forward to rescue those trapped in the clutches of..."
The students seated before him did not have the smooth, fair skin of youth; most bore scars of varying sizes. As they listened, their eyes filled with sorrow, for too many human heroes had fought—and sacrificed themselves—to defend the peace of their people.
"Teacher, I once heard my grandmother say that sixty years ago, we didn't have to live in fear. We bathed in the warm sunlight and never had to dread the darkness. Back then, people could stroll freely through the city at night, and street vendors sold special delicacies from all over..."
Chapter 20