Within a spacious room, a few people gathered around the table.
These people seem to be enjoying a fairly relaxing time but in truth, they're actually working right now, it just doesn't look like it.
"...another year, another batch of prospective students." One of them sighed as she stared at the system prompts in front of her. "Based on the list we received, it seems that we shouldn't expect much this time either."
"Don't be so pessimistic, Amala." One of her colleagues chided, "Who knows, maybe this batch will surprise us?"
"You say that every year, Selene." Amala grunted. "The last time that we had actual talents was around three years ago, and that batch wasn't even all that impressive to be honest. They're barely scraping by as we speak."
