In the middle of the growing faculty assembly arrived a young, raven-haired man with sharp features, his posture deceptively casual. Thin reading glasses rested neatly on the bridge of his nose, the lenses catching a glint of morning light. His violet eyes—unmistakably unnatural in hue—glowed faintly despite the soft, ambient sunlight, a quiet sign of magical proficiency. He wore a pristine white robe that fluttered lightly in the breeze, marked on the left side with an insignia:
A shield bearing a single, vivid blue flame in its center.
"Is this everyone…?"
He asked, his voice carrying a lazy drawl, one hand half-covering his mouth as he stifled a yawn. The other arm stretched over his head, shoulder cracking audibly.
He looked every bit the overworked graduate student dragged out of bed too early—not the person in charge of one of the most prestigious academies in the realm.
"It's everyone, Headmaster," another professor confirmed, giving a crisp nod.
"I see…"
