Ashok's crimson gaze swept across the grand hall, casually pausing near the gate at the far end of the chamber.
Mia stood there, her presence as steady and imposing as ever, silently overseeing the students with an air of quiet authority.
Her eyes traced each movement within the hall, ensuring the process remained orderly, though she remained an inscrutable figure, offering neither guidance nor commentary.
'There's still time before he arrives,' Ashok thought inwardly.
He glanced toward the sword section, where Leon stood among rows of gleaming blades.
Leon's focused gaze moved methodically over the weapons, his contemplation evident as he deliberated over his choice.
'What is he going to pick?' Ashok wondered, curiosity flickering in his mind.
For Ashok, the significance of this moment transcended the immediate setting.
