Kromus stood firm, his presence commanding the room into an almost oppressive silence. His sharp gaze scanned the students, ensuring discipline before he began. "Good. Now let’s get on with the first student. Ariel."
A petite girl hesitantly stepped forward. Her shoulders were hunched, and her timid demeanor drew curious whispers from the crowd. Her muted, dull eyes were an anomaly in a room filled with radiant, magical hues.
Kromus gestured to the towering crystal ball. "Ariel, step forward and place your hands on the crystal ball."
Ariel nodded timidly, stepping closer to the enormous sphere. As her small hands made contact with its surface, the crystal ball began to glow faintly. The faint light quickly intensified, pulsating with an array of colours that shimmered across the room like a prismatic storm.
The sphere vibrated, its hum growing louder with each passing moment. Ariel instinctively stepped back, her expression a mix of awe and fear. The vibrations reached a fever pitch, and a collective gasp filled the hall as spider web cracks raced across the crystal’s surface.
The crowd stared in stunned silence—until Rai’s voice rang out from the back. "I bet she is gonne blame Frosty for what happened, it’s always a man’s fault." His tone was playful, but it echoed in the now-silent hall like thunder.
Gale clamped a hand over his mouth, his shoulders trembling as he fought to suppress his laughter. A few other boys exchanged nervous glances, their faces struggling to remain neutral.
But the girls in the room were less forgiving. Their eyes turned crimson with fury, glowing like vengeful demons as they directed their ire at Rai. Rose, in particular, clenched her fists, steam practically rising from her ears.
Undeterred by the murderous stares, Rai shrugged nonchalantly and added, "Wow, guess along with accountability women don’t have a sense of humour either." He raised his hands in mock surrender, his expression one of exaggerated disappointment.
While the entire room sat in utter silence, the atmosphere was sharply divided. Half the students struggled to stifle their laughter, terrified of drawing the ire of the other half, who seemed on the verge of committing unspeakable acts against a single individual.
Rose, however, had grown somewhat immune to Rai’s antics—or so she told herself. She placed her hand on her head and sighed deeply, disappointment etched across her face. “Why do I even bother?” she muttered under her breath, a phrase that had become all too common since meeting Rai. Yet, buried beneath her frustration, a flicker of admiration glimmered. No one else dared to be as bold or utterly shameless as Rai, and a small, stubborn part of her respected that.
The room's simmering fury reached a boiling point as the girls’ eyes began to glow with magical intensity. Some even muttered incantations under their breath, sparks of elemental energy forming around their hands. The tension felt like a storm ready to break.
And then, it happened.
A booming, thunderous laughter erupted, shattering the tension like glass. Frost Kromus, the ever-composed disciplinarian, was clutching his sides, tears of laughter streaming down his frost-like eyes. He looked nothing like the cold, intimidating figure everyone had come to fear. Instead, he was utterly consumed by the joke.
Kromus’s laughter echoed through the room, each burst of mirth further disarming the volatile atmosphere. Finally, he managed to speak between chuckles, his voice carrying an unusual warmth: "I didn’t think I’d hear such bold humour in this room today! Well done, boy!"
The room froze again, this time in sheer disbelief. Even the girls, whose fury moments ago could have rivalled a dragon’s fire, stared at Kromus as if he’d grown a second head.
Rose, caught off guard, glanced at Rai. Her expression wavered between frustration and reluctant admiration. She found herself wondering—not for the first time—what it was about this clueless, reckless boy that made him so infuriatingly unshakable.
Rai, entirely unfazed by the tension, leaned back in his chair, his trademark grin lighting up his face. He threw a casual thumbs up toward Kromus and declared: "See, Frosty gets it."
Kromus’s laughter resumed at full force, his frosty exterior momentarily thawed. The girls’ glowing eyes dimmed, their magical auras dissipating, though their glares at Rai promised future retribution.
The room settled once more, though an undercurrent of disbelief remained. Pragaya, observing Rai from his place, smirked faintly, thinking to himself, He sure has not changed.
Kromus’s booming laughter was cut short by the violently shaking crystal ball, replaced by a sharp, calculated expression.
"Oh, right! I forgot we were doing this," he muttered, his frost-filled eyes narrowing as he subtly shifted his stance. His composure remained firm, yet his body was clearly prepared for action.
The crystal’s surface began to fragment, the splitting sounds echoing ominously. Rai, utterly captivated, leaned forward with wide eyes and shouted, "Holy crap, that thing is transforming!"
The rest of the students, still reeling from the tension, turned to Rai in a chorus of disbelief: "Transforming!?"
Rai waved his hand enthusiastically, as if trying to explain something obvious. "Yeah, just watch! It's awesome!”
The crystal ball, as though spurred by Rai's excitement, began to reshape itself dramatically. Its rounded sides unfolded with mechanical precision, forming massive crystalline arms that glimmered with ethereal energy. Its base widened, reshaping into thick legs that stomped onto the ground with a resounding thud. Finally, a head emerged, glowing with an intense pink hue that seemed oddly soothing despite its sheer intensity.
The creature, now fully formed and towering at 10 feet tall, radiated a commanding presence. Its body refracted light like a living gemstone, and arcane symbols etched into its surface shimmered faintly. It let out a low, rumbling grunt, its crystalline "eyes" flickering as it rubbed its face in a startlingly human-like gesture.
"Who dares disturb my slumber?" the crystalline entity demanded, its deep, resonant voice reverberating throughout the hall. It sounded as though the earth itself had spoken.
The students froze in collective silence, the room’s tension palpable. The creature’s gaze slowly scanned the crowd, glowing with a strange mixture of sentience and magical energy. Then, it stopped—its eyes locking onto Kromus.
A chilling stillness enveloped the hall as the creature straightened. Its head tilted slightly, as though assessing the Frost Master. Kromus, unfazed by the piercing stare, stood tall and unyielding. His frosty aura intensified subtly, a clear sign to the entity—and everyone else—that he was ready, should things escalate.
It was as though the weight of their unspoken challenge pressed down on every student, leaving them unsure if the next moment would bring words or a clash of unimaginable power.
No one dared to speak. Eyes darted between the two, each student gripping their emotions tightly. Gale looked like he was reconsidering his life choices.
Then, in the most unexpected turn, the crystal creature casually tapped Kromus on the shoulder and boomed in a cheerful, playful tone, “Oh Frosty, it’s you! Good to see you, little guy.”
The silence shattered as students blinked in disbelief. Some gasped audibly, others exchanged incredulous glances. The moment that was supposed to be legendary had transformed into an anti-climax of epic proportions.
All except Rai.
He stood there frozen for a heartbeat, his mouth slightly agape, before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. It wasn’t just a chuckle—it was the kind of hearty, tears-in-your-eyes laughter that made him double over, clutching his stomach.
Still chuckling, Rai marched right up to the towering crystal creature, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “See? Frosty is a good nickname for you! I knew it!” he declared triumphantly, as if he had just won an argument no one else was having.
Kromus’ face twitched, his icy glare fixing firmly on Rai. The vein on his temple bulged ominously, though he somehow managed to keep his composure. Barely.
The rest of the students froze. Their minds were at war. Should they laugh along? Should they stay quiet and preserve their lives? For the boys, survival instincts kicked in—nobody dared to even smirk. The girls, however, had no such reservations. Their collective glares burned with enough intensity to melt iron.
Rose, standing amidst the chaos, sighed and planted her hand firmly on her forehead. “Why am I not surprised? It’s Rai, after all.” Yet, despite her exasperated tone, a small, involuntary smile played at the corners of her lips.
Next to her, Gale leaned over and whispered with his usual dry humour, “He’s going to get us killed one day, and I have not even held a girls hand yet.” Though his words were laced with exasperation, even he couldn’t fully suppress the amusement tugging at his lips.
The crystal creature, let out a hearty laugh that reverberated through the room. It gently patted Rai on the head, nearly toppling him over in the process. “I like this one. He’s got spirit!”.
Right as the creature’s hand touched Rai it was taken aback but before its reaction could alert the room Pragaya gave a glare to the creature and it quickly regained its composure before anyone could notice, the crystal then played off the scene coolly continuing to pat Rai on the head.
Rai beamed up at the creature as though they were old friends, completely unfazed by the towering entity before him. Meanwhile, Kromus’ expression darkened further, his patience clearly wearing thin.
“Still as grumpy as ever, Frosty? You need to loosen up!” the creature teased, nudging Kromus playfully.
The students watched the exchange, curiosity bubbling within them. Who—or what—was this creature, and what kind of history did it share with Kromus?
As the creature’s laughter subsided, it leaned down, scanning the room with a mischievous glint in its glowing pink eyes. “This year’s batch is brimming with potential. I can’t wait to see how this unfolds.”
Its words hung in the air, carrying a cryptic weight that sent shivers down the spines of the students. Whatever was coming next, it promised to be nothing short of extraordinary.
Rose found her gaze drifting back to Rai. There was something about his audacity, his sheer refusal to be anything less than himself that set him apart. She shook her head in disbelief, yet she couldn’t help but feel a growing admiration for the boy who seemed utterly unfazed by the impossible.
Kromus clapped his hands sharply, the sound slicing through the air to regain control of the room. “Alright, settle down. This being here is Allseer, an ancient mythical beast contracted by our headmaster.”
A ripple of awe spread through the students, their eyes wide in disbelief. “Wow, the headmaster must be one awesome guy, huh?” whispered one student, the quiet murmur quickly spreading through the room.
Kromus gave a small sigh, already anticipating the next question. “Allseer’s magic eyes have the ability to appraise others.”
Rai’s eyes went wide. “Wait, wait, hold up. You’re telling me magical beasts also have magic eyes?” He shot a confused glance around, then back at Kromus, his voice rising with each word.
Kromus sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yes, Rai. Every living creature in this world has magical eyes—from house cats to dragons. But the power of their eyes depends on the strength of their body, soul, and mind.”
A beat of silence passed. Then, Rai’s body went rigid, and he slowly dropped to his hands and knees in the most dramatic fashion. The air around him visibly darkened, as if the world itself was mourning his existence. “So you’re telling me even house cats have magical eyes, but I don’t? Hmmm... yes... yes. Even a cat has a stronger soul, body, and mind than me.”
He let out a pained sigh and turned his gaze upward, eyes glassy, as a single tear slid down his cheek. He was practically glowing with melodrama. The entire room froze, watching him, unsure whether to laugh or offer condolences. Rai continued staring at the ceiling, lost in his existential crisis.
Gale, sensing an opening, straightened up, his chest puffing out in mock pride. “Well, well, Rai. Don’t be sad. Not everyone can be as great as me!” His tone was lighthearted, but there was an obvious touch of smugness in it.
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Rai, without skipping a beat, turned his emotionless gaze to Gale, completely deadpan. “Says the guy who was rejected by his own parents.”
Gale froze, his face dropping in a comedic gasp. He stood still for a moment, the words sinking in, before mirroring Rai’s dramatic posture. “Oh yes… I forgot about that,” he muttered, sinking down into exaggerated sorrow.
Now, side by side, both Rai and Gale stared up at the ceiling in perfect unison, their expressions a comical picture of despair. Rose, watching this unfold, sighed deeply, her hand covering her face in exasperation. “Why do I even associate with these fools?” she muttered to herself, but as always, despite her frustration, a reluctant smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Allseer, who had been watching with quiet amusement, finally spoke up, his voice light and teasing. “These two are quite the spectacle, aren’t they?” he chuckled softly, as if thoroughly entertained by the scene.
Rose, growing ever more frustrated with the antics of the two boys, marched over to them. With swift, well-placed taps to their heads, she dragged them back to their seats. The class, already accustomed to this spectacle, stifled their grins. Kromus, now struggling to maintain control, cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus. "Anyways, let's continue with the ceremony. Now, where were we?"
As he tried to collect his thoughts, a soft voice cut through the tension. "Umm, sir, should I step forward again?" It was Ariel. She appeared hesitant, almost as if the spotlight was too much for her. Her eyes flitted nervously around the room, not meeting anyone's gaze.
Kromus jumped in surprise, his wide eyes betraying his startled state. The room went still as Ariel, previously invisible, materialized before them. Her magic eyes, it seemed, had the power of invisibility. Kromus, caught off guard, attempted to smooth his robes and regain his usual authoritative composure. "Ahem, yes," he said, his voice tinged with the slight awkwardness of the moment. "You may step forward. Let Allseer assess you."
The students murmured in awe, their curiosity piqued. "I didn’t realize you could make yourself invisible," one whispered. "Do you think I could learn to do that?" another asked, wide-eyed.
Ariel stepped forward timidly, her posture slightly hunched as if to make herself as small as possible under the gaze of so many. She looked up briefly, her hands shaking slightly as she placed herself before Allseer, whose massive form loomed above her. His radiant pink eyes glowed as he lowered his hand on her head, focusing on her. The room fell into a heavy silence, as if the very air itself was holding its breath.
After a beat, Allseer lifted his hand, his eyes now gleaming with intrigue. "Wow," he said, voice full of admiration. "We have ourselves a very unique one here. You will be Level 4, and you shall join the House of Neptune."
The room fell into a hushed murmur, the students discussing amongst themselves as Ariel returned to her seat. "Wow, Level 4—she must be strong," one student whispered. "Neptune, that must be the water elemental house," another added.
The ceremony continued at a gradual pace. Kromus called up one student after another, each one stepping forward with a mix of excitement or hesitation, as Allseer assessed them. "Level 2 and House of Gaia," came the announcement. The students watched in awe, marveling at the unique abilities and the impressive results.
But then Kromus called out, "Gale Crimson."
Gale froze. His heart pounded in his chest, and the air around him seemed to thicken. His eyes darted nervously to Rai, who sat beside him. He felt the weight of every gaze in the room, the unspoken judgment in the whispers of his classmates. His hand trembled slightly. He could already hear the teasing comments in his mind.
"There’s no need for me to go, right guys?" Gale mumbled, his voice shaky. "I mean, come on, it’s just gonna say Level 1. So let’s not waste everyone’s time." He tried to make light of it, but the anxiety in his eyes betrayed him.
Before Gale could continue, Rai’s hand clapped firmly on Gale’s shoulder, a silent but powerful gesture. His eyes met Gale's with a look of unspoken trust and support. No words were needed; it was as if Rai's confidence in him alone could wash away the fears threatening to choke him.
Gale blinked, a flicker of hope sparking in his chest. For the first time, he looked at the situation with clearer eyes. Rai's words from their first day in the dorm room echoed in his mind: "You will be the Magel, Gale. We will stand atop the magical world—one with no magic and the other with such weak magic."
Those words, said so simply, had always been a balm for his insecurities. Now, with Rai’s steadying presence beside him, Gale felt a surge of determination. He straightened up, pushed his self-doubt aside, and with resolve hardening his features, he stepped forward.
The murmurs in the room intensified as Gale began his walk toward Allseer. "Hey, look, here comes another Level 1." "Yeah, you don’t even have to guess." "What’s the point, man? Stop wasting our time."
Each whisper felt like a strike against his fragile confidence, but Gale kept his eyes fixed ahead, ignoring them. The harsh words bounced off him as he focused on the image of Rai—his unwavering support, his belief in Gale when no one else seemed to.
As he reached Allseer, the murmurs quieted, and the room seemed to hold its breath. Gale closed his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply. When he opened them again, his posture was different—steadier, firmer. He had made his decision. This was his moment.
Allseer gazed at him for a long, silent moment, his glowing pink eyes reflecting a depth of magic that was almost incomprehensible. Finally, the ancient creature lifted his hand and placed it gently on Gale’s head.
A gust of wind howled through the hall, its force powerful enough to rattle the windows, like a sonic boom reverberating through the air. Allseer's eyes blazed with an intensity greater than ever before as he assessed Gale. "What a spectacular power," he said in awe. The rest of the room stood in stunned silence, eyes wide, completely taken aback by the sudden display of strength. Yet, Rai remained unfazed, his expression almost casual, as though he had known exactly what was coming.
"Level 5, and the House of Zephyrus," Allseer declared, his voice firm, but full of wonder. The room erupted into astonishment.
Gale stood frozen in place, a wave of disbelief washing over him. How could this be? How could someone like him, with such weak magic, be classified as Level 5? The murmurs around him grew louder, shifting into outright protests.
"This is preposterous!" one voice shouted.
"Level 5? He can barely be Level 1, let alone that!" another student called out.
The room was filled with anger and disbelief, but Gale had already tuned it out. His gaze, determined yet calm, settled on a single person—Rai. Leaning back casually in his chair, Rai flashed him a proud smile and gave him a thumbs-up.
The support from Rai cut through the noise, and Gale’s chest tightened with emotion. He wiped away a tear that had slipped down his cheek, but this wasn’t sadness—no, it was something else entirely. Gale had grown up used to the disapproval, the sneers, and the rejection from everyone around him, including his own parents. The anger from the students in the hall? That wasn’t new to him. He had learned to shut it all out, to block it all away.
But this—this was different. The simple gesture of support, the unwavering belief from Rai, meant more to him than anything. In a world full of voices that tried to tear him down, Rai’s encouragement was a lifeline, a reminder that he wasn’t alone. It was more than enough. It was everything.
With newfound resolve, Gale wiped his tears of joy away, stepping forward with his head held high. He made his way back to his seat, the echoes of the room’s protest falling on deaf ears.
Kromus, seeing the tumult in the room, raised his voice to regain control. "Silence!" The command rang out, and instantly the room fell into quiet submission.
As Gale sat down, Rai reached across the table, and the two clasped hands in a triumphant high-five. The moment felt like a victory, a shared bond of understanding and friendship. Both of them smiled, pride lighting up their faces.
Behind them, Rose sat quietly, watching the exchange. A soft smile crept onto her face, admiration for Rai’s character flickering in her eyes.
The ceremony continued, the atmosphere still thick with frustration. Students, whose pride had been shattered, tried to make sense of how someone like Gale—who had always been dismissed for his weak magic—could rise to such a high level, surpassing even some of the brightest-eyed students. Those with stronger powers than Gale only managed to reach level 4, while he, the underdog, had ascended to level 5.
Kromus called out, “Rose Scarlett.”
The entire room fell into heavy anticipation. Her presence alone exuded immense power, a beauty so rare it left a tangible aura in her wake. Her bright red hair shimmered under the light, and her eyes, glowing like burning embers, radiated raw magical power. Everyone in the room knew what to expect, but the tension was palpable all the same.
Rai, however, remained unfazed. He leaned back casually in his seat, exchanging a knowing smile with Gale.
Allseer placed his hand on Rose’s head. A wave of energy rippled through the room, much like the reaction from Gale, and the other students who had managed to reach level 5. Allseer’s voice rang out with authority, “Of course, you will be level 5 and the house of Vulcan.”
A proud smile adorned Rose’s face as she turned, her movements graceful and poised, and walked back to her seat with elegance.
The boys in the room were transfixed, hearts practically appearing in their eyes. The girls, on the other hand, were filled with a mix of admiration and envy, jealous of her beauty.
But Rose’s focus was elsewhere. She glanced over to where Rai sat. She wanted to see how he would react.
In response, Rai—just as he had done for Gale—smiled at her. He raised his hand and gave her a warm thumbs-up.
Rose couldn’t suppress a soft "umph" as she turned her face away, pretending not to care, but the truth was she was pleased. The simple acknowledgment from Rai for some reason meant more to her than all the admiration from the class combined and it meant more to her than she was willing to admit.
With all the students done, there was but one more left—the main man himself, Rai. Kromus called out, "Well then, you dimwit, do you want a red carpet—get up here!" His playful yet authoritative tone seemed to show that even the great icy Frost Kromus had been swayed, just a little, by Rai's earlier confident joke.
As Rai walked forward, Rose and Gale shared a glance filled with a daunting sadness. Both were placed in level 5, but Rai had no magical power. They knew, at best, he'd be put at level 1, but still, neither could find it in themselves to smile. Gale wanted to stop Rai, to tell him not to go through with it, but Rose gently held him back.
"Remember what he did when you were hesitant. Have faith in him," she said softly, her words laced with more than just encouragement. Inside, she thought, I am sure he will make it, he has to.
Gale accepted her words, sitting back with a warm smile that reflected his belief in Rai. Though a faint doubt still lingered, the trust was there.
The room, unlike Gale's quiet resolve, was filled with stunned silence. Some students wore expressions of anger and disgust, while others, still processing the results, stared in eager anticipation, unsure of what Rai would do next. Rai, as always, walked with pride and confidence, unfaltering, not even for a second. He approached Allseer without hesitation, his steps deliberate.
Before Allseer placed his hands on Rai, the ancient beast glanced at Pragaya. The two shared a long, wordless exchange—eyes locked as if having a telepathic conversation. Then, Pragaya exhaled a deep sigh, as if conceding to something he knew would happen. His subtle gesture seemed to say, "Fine, if that's what you must do."
Allseer, looking up at Rai, suddenly kneeled in submission, causing the entire class to fall into stunned silence. Some students cheered quietly, others gritted their teeth, but the weight of the moment was undeniable. Gale and Rose expelled simultaneous sighs of relief, both smiling warmly.
Kromus, standing beside the giant golem, was utterly gobsmacked by what he was witnessing. He turned to Pragaya for an explanation. Pragaya merely gave him a look that communicated "All will be explained in due time." With that, Kromus returned to observing the scene, his mind racing with questions.
Meanwhile, Rai stood there, his mind a mess of frantic thoughts. Shit, I have to look cool here or something... In a quiet moment, Rai started practicing different poses—each more ridiculous than the last—completely oblivious to the fact that Pragaya was silently watching his antics with amusement.
Finally, Allseer spoke. "Rai, I am not worthy of assessing you, so feel free to choose any level class you wish to attend.”
The room was steeped in stunned silence at Allseer’s declaration, disbelief hanging heavy in the air. Rose and Gale exchanged a glance filled with joyous relief. “Yes, he’ll be with us,” they thought, their hearts brimming with pride.
Amid the quiet, a small cluster of students, including a few with formidable magic, dared to cheer for Rai in hushed tones. Yet the overwhelming majority of the room buzzed with scornful murmurs. “That must be against the rules,” one student hissed. “Yeah, why does he get to pick freely? What about the rest of us?” another spat. “This is absurd—I’m taking this to my clan head!” Their outrage simmered, a bitter stew of envy and prejudice. Even after Rai's feats, the blindness of their judgment remained stubbornly unyielding.
But Rai, ever the unexpected, was far from content. His playful demeanor vanished like a wisp of smoke, replaced by a seriousness that silenced even the harshest critics. His voice cut through the murmurs like a blade. “What do you think you’re doing, Seer?” he asked, his tone carrying an edge of authority.
Allseer blinked, visibly caught off guard by the abrupt shift. “I... I was only doing what I thought would make you happy, Rai,” he stammered, his usual composure faltering.
Rai’s gaze was unrelenting. “Happy?” he repeated, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. “You have no idea what makes me happy, do you? Your job is simple: assess everyone here fairly—regardless of their upbringing, status, or the magic in their eyes. You were doing just fine until now, so tell me—why did you decide to change for me? Do you pity me because I have no magic? Is that it?”
His words thundered across the room, startling the students into silence. Allseer shrank under Rai’s glare, fumbling for a response, but Rai was relentless.
“I don’t want pity, Seer. What I want is fairness,” Rai declared. “Assess me like you did everyone else. I don’t care if you put me in Level 1 or even Level 0 for my lack of magic. No matter where you place me, I will claw my way to the top. I will reach the throne with my will alone.”
The room was electrified by his conviction. The cheerful, goofy boy they had underestimated now stood tall, his words carrying the weight of a man with unshakable resolve. Rose and Gale looked on, their admiration deepening as they thought, “He keeps surprising us, no matter what.”
Kromus, leaning back, allowed a faint smile to creep onto his face—a rare gesture of respect for the boy’s conviction. But no one was more affected than Pragaya.
Pragaya’s normally stoic demeanor shifted as Rai’s words echoed in his mind: “I will claw my way to the top with my will.” A distant memory stirred within him, a ghost from his past—a man with unwavering resolve uttering those very same words. For a brief moment, the present and past collided in Pragaya’s heart.
Rising from his seat, Pragaya gave Allseer a single, decisive nod, silently granting permission to proceed as Rai wished. His gaze lingered on Rai, his sharp eyes softening as if he were looking at an old friend from another time.
Allseer rose from his knees, his imposing form now towering with a solemn yet electrified aura. "Fine then, Rai. I shall do as you wish," he declared, his voice steady yet tinged with a hint of reverence. He placed a hand on Rai’s head, and in an instant, a surge of energy erupted like a storm unleashed.
A crackling wave of electricity shot through the room, sending sparks dancing along the walls. Winds tore through the hall with a ferocity that rivaled city-destroying hurricanes, whipping hair and clothing into disarray. The atmosphere grew thick with power, almost suffocating in its intensity. Allseer himself seemed to transform, glowing with a radiant, almost otherworldly hue that forced even the boldest onlookers to avert their eyes.
Then, in a voice that resonated like a divine decree, powerful and chilling, he announced:
"You, Rai, shall be in class Level G... and in the House of Indra."
The hall fell into an eerie silence, the echoes of his thundering declaration lingering like a haunting melody. For a moment, no one moved—paralyzed by the sheer magnitude of what had just occurred.
A wave of confusion swept through the room. "I thought there were only 4 houses. Why is there a 5th?" “ya and what the hell is Level G class” Whispers spread like wildfire, students eager to understand this new revelation. Some were curious, others skeptical, but the mystery of Indra and the never before heard class was now the talk of the entire hall.
Kromus, his face filled with sudden realization, muttered to himself, "Indra..." He glanced back at Pragaya, who gave him a subtle nod of agreement, confirming Kromus’s deductions. Kromus, now piecing things together finally understood.