El último graduado

Knowledge grants protection. That is the official motto of Scholomancy. I suppose we could say that it is true... the problem is that it is very difficult to learn here, so the protection we have is rather scarce. Our beloved school goes to great lengths to devour its students, but now that I'm a senior and have made a few allies, it has developed a most particular craving for me. Even if I manage to survive the endless waves of maleficaria he regales me with between grueling class projects, I have no idea how my allies and I are going to make it out of the grading hall alive. Unless, of course, I once and for all accept my prophesied fate and succumb to dark magic and destruction. Of course, that way it would come out in a jiffy. Entering the path of knowledge, without a doubt. But I'm not going to give up: neither to evil nor to fate, much less to Scholomancy. I'll get out of this horrible place with my friends if it's the last thing I do.