Third Person pov :
The deafening roar of the military-grade Obsidian Corp helicopter drowned out every other sound on the Royal Academy campus.
The massive, pitch-black chopper touched down flawlessly on the marble helipad. The wind from the rotors whipped wildly through the courtyard, sending the designer coats of the supernatural elite violently flapping. The entire student body, including the Silver Moon Princes and Faith, stood watching in absolute, breathless silence.
The heavy side door of the helicopter slid open.
Stepping out onto the tarmac was a man who looked like he could snap a marble pillar in half with his bare hands. He wore a perfectly tailored, midnight-blue Tom Ford suit, but the expensive fabric couldn't hide the raw, monstrous bulk of his muscles. A jagged, ancient
