For a moment, the young shamans exchanged glances, curiosity flickering across their faces. Then, one by one, their attention shifted toward Daniel as he rose from his seat.
To most of them, he was a complete stranger — a new face they had never seen before. However, a few recognized him from the previous night at the training ground.
Their eyes lingered on him, narrowing slightly as they remembered the unfamiliar young man who had fought alongside Harley and Tristan.
Whispers almost escaped their lips, but none of them dared to speak. The atmosphere around Daniel felt unfamiliar, and he carried himself like an introvert, quietly approaching the stage while occasionally glancing at the other students.
Daniel walked toward the center of the classroom, the sound of his footsteps echoing between the rows of benches.
He stopped beside Magnus and straightened his back, trying to maintain a calm expression despite the faint nervousness flickering in his eyes.
