The echoes of Eryon's words still lingered in the great hall, but Kaivara wasted no time.
"Proceed with the next ranking," he ordered, his voice steady yet carrying a subtle edge.
The scribe unrolled the long parchment, scanning it before announcing,
"The next to be ranked—Rohit Solvarn."
A murmur ran through the crowd. Rohit stepped forward confidently, his posture calm yet respectful. His eyes flickered briefly toward his father, Dareth Solvarn, the imposing Terra Veil holder and Head of the Terra Division.
Kaivara rose from his seat, his gaze sweeping the assembly.
"Rohit Solvarn," he declared, "you shall be placed at the Fifth Rank, directly under the command of your father, Dareth Solvarn, Head of the Terra Division. As his assistant, you will carry out both training and operational duties under his supervision."
Rohit bowed deeply. "Understood, Majesty."
The parchment rolled further, and the scribe spoke again.
"Next—Vaishnavi Veydris."
Her steps were measured, her expression steady despite the many eyes upon her. From the corner of her vision, she caught her father's approving nod—Tavrek Veydris, a man known for his quiet strength and unmatched skill in the Soul Transferring Unit.
Eryon's voice carried over the hall, calm but decisive.
"Vaishnavi Veydris, you will be placed in the Soul Transferring Unit under your father, Tavrek Veydris. Once you are perfect in every aspect of the art, you will be assigned as the Head of the Soul Transferring Unit."
A faint smile touched Vaishnavi's lips. She bowed low. "Yes, Lord Eryon."
The hall felt more settled now, the ceremony moving forward despite the earlier chaos. Yet beneath the formalities, unspoken thoughts still churned—about Ariv, about the attack, and about what might come next