It was nearly Eran's turn. The murmurs had softened to a low hum across the hall.. until suddenly, a sound broke through it.
Click.
A boy stepped through the entrance, his hair shimmering in crystalline shades of blue that seemed to catch and bend the light itself. His gait was calm, deliberate.. yet his presence struck like a command. The faint click of his polished boots echoed against the marble floor, crisp and steady.
Every conversation died instantly. Even the Grade D students who had been whispering moments ago froze where they stood. Then, in one seamless motion, all six enforcers seated at the front table rose from their chairs and bowed slightly, their expressions straightened into rigid composure.
Eran's eyes tracked the newcomer as he advanced down the aisle. The boy's aura was undeniable, an aristocratic power that radiated confidence without effort. As he passed, Eran's gaze flicked to the edge of his robe… and his breath caught.
