They assembled within the grand hall, a colossal chamber vast enough to accommodate more than a thousand first-year students of Eldora. The space echoed with quiet tension, an unspoken anticipation that clung to the walls like mist.
Each student sat alone, distanced strategically from their peers. Their uniforms were crisp and impeccably fitted, bearing the insignia of the institute with pride. Two sheets of paper lay flat on each desk, flanked by a pencil on the right. Their hands rested at the edges, posture rigid, eyes forward. Not a whisper stirred among them, just silence and the subtle hum of nerves.
At the helm stood an imposing figure on a raised platform. His gaze, sharp and sweeping, moved across the hall with the precision of a predator. No angle escaped his line of sight, his presence alone enough to straighten the backs of even the most distracted students.
Once he had surveyed every inch of the room, his voice thundered through the chamber.
"Begin!"
