"...Who the hell are they?!"
Robin pointed sharply toward the amphitheater, his voice low but laced with fire.
At that moment, within the circular stone coliseum beneath his private quarters, sat a motley gathering of youths—each one utterly distinct, as if chosen to represent a different corner of the universe.
A quick, practiced glance from Robin was enough to count them: 27 students, male and female, casually sprawled across the rows of the great structure like fallen leaves scattered by a chaotic wind.
Some had twisting horns of ivory or obsidian curling from their temples.
Others bore skin tones unknown to humanity—metallic blues, transparent golds, burning reds.
Many displayed strange and inhuman physical traits: tails of fire, luminous eyes, or crystalline limbs that shimmered in the light.
Yet all wore the standard robes of the Grand Academy—the only thread tying them together.
"Hmm?"
One of the boys lifted his head lazily from the stone bench, rubbing his eyes.
