[Third person POV:general]
"Hello there, ladies and gentlemen of this esteemed academy," he said. His voice resonated within the sphere, commanding attention.
"Here he is," Eden mumbled to myself as I fixed his gaze on the man standing on the stage while he took out a popcorn packet from my inventory.
The man, appearing to be in his fifties, emitted an aura of calculated menace.
His once-black hair, now streaked with strands of silver, framed a weathered countenance, cascading into a receding hairline that hinted at the passage of time.
Cloaked in dark ceremonial robes, which seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, he presented a silhouette that was both imposing and mysterious.
His posture exuded a potent combination of authority and a subtle yet unsettling energy.
