The Grand Hall was packed.
More than a thousand students filled the space, arranged by year and class, with the members of Class S standing at the front. Despite the crowd, the room was silent. No one spoke. No one moved unnecessarily. The atmosphere was heavy—not with fear, but anticipation.
Noel stood among them, arms crossed, Revenant Fang sheathed at his side. The weight of the blade was familiar now. Comfortable. Noir had been left behind, sleeping soundly in the warmth of the dorm room. Noel had made sure to feed him before leaving.
He scanned the hall briefly—so many faces, so many auras. First years, second years, third years. Normally separated, but not today. The practical exam didn't care about your year. Only your performance.
At the far end of the hall, a circular platform rose from the floor. A figure stepped onto it.
Nicolas Von Aldros.
