Jessy's voice reverberated through the vast hall, reaching the ears of those students who hadn't passed the test. "For those of you who didn't make the cut, fear not, for you shall have another opportunity next year. But for now, please leave this hall," her words echoed, and a sense of gloom engulfed the students who wore expressions of defeat. Some couldn't hold back their tears as they hastily made their way out.
Jessy, unwavering, observed their plight. She knew that sending them off now was a better alternative to them meeting a futile fate on the battlefield. She didn't flinch, understanding the gravity of the situation.
