Snapping their heads in the direction the voice originated from, all students felt astonishment unfold in their minds when their eyes landed on the figure of a man floating outside the ship's barrier.
The person, dressed in a modest yet elegant purple robe, floated with an air of confidence and authority.
His hands were clasped behind his back, and as the wind blew, the fabric of his robe billowed and swayed gracefully. His presence was commanding and awe-inspiring.
His figure exuded class and his condescending gaze prickled at the hearts of those students.
They could sense all that in one glance not because their skills were impressive, rather the expert did not hide anything.
"Test?" Tristan muttered, confused. He postponed his astonishment to later since the ship started to tilt itself back to normalcy, and he had to run at the same pace before he could jump and plant his feet on the wooden deck.
