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Sitting on the podium, Cain was among fellow students, waiting patiently for the main event.
All dressed in black uniforms, they provided an artistic visual, their attire unexpectedly complementing the beautiful wooden, golden chairs, white frames, and concrete floors.
The three-part arena was divided into sections: the main arena, circularly arranged audience seats, and a small podium reserved for instructors and higher-ranking individuals within the academy.
Staring in awe at the arena's grandeur, Cain admired the scene. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the arena, capturing the attention of all the students.
Before Cain's very eyes, stood the most beautiful lady he had ever seen—excluding his mother. She stood elegantly, her presence commanding attention.
'Wow,' Cain thought inwardly, stretching his neck for a better view.
