The underground training grounds of Class S, usually filled with the echo of spells and the clash of weapons, were unusually quiet that morning. Instead of drills or combat, all forty students had been gathered into the waiting hall—a large, stone-lined room lit by floating crystal lanterns. Whispers filled the air as students waited for whatever announcement the professors had prepared.
Noel leaned back against the wall with arms crossed. Standing next to him was Roberto, fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve.
"So," Roberto began, glancing around, "what do you think they'll tell us?"
"I imagine they'll give us information about the event," Noel replied, keeping his voice low, "and when we're supposed to leave."
"Event, huh?" Roberto smirked. "Maybe I'll finally meet my soulmate. These big events usually bring students from everywhere... romance can bloom, you know?"
