As Elliot walked through the familiar halls of his old school, the anticipation in the air was palpable. He followed the hallway that led to the open square where a crowd had already gathered. The open square was abuzz with activity, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia and excitement.
At the center of the square, he spotted Miss Avensworth, his elven teacher, orchestrating the proceedings with grace and efficiency. Her elegant demeanor and pointed ears marked her unmistakably as an elf, and she was well-known for her fair and impartial conduct during such crucial events.
Near Miss Avensworth, a designated clearing had been prepared. In the center of this space, the seats of honor were arranged, reserved for the representatives of the prestigious academies that would select the candidates. A crystal ball glistened in the morning sunlight, its ethereal glow hinting at its mystical purpose.
Beside the crystal ball stood a tall obsidian stele, its surface adorned with intricate markings that denoted the tier of one's abilities. The stele served as the focal point for the testing, and it was here that each candidate would demonstrate their unique talents.
The crowd gathered around, a mix of graduating students, underclassmen, and curious onlookers. The atmosphere crackled with excitement and tension as everyone awaited the commencement of the entrance exam. For Elliot, this was a momentous occasion, a chance to prove himself and secure a future among the galaxy's elite.
With a deep breath, he joined the throng of eager candidates, his scarlet eyes filled with determination and a sense of purpose. Today, he would stand before the representatives of the academies, ready to showcase the extraordinary abilities that set him apart.
As Elliot walked through the familiar halls of his old school, the anticipation in the air was palpable. He followed the hallway that led to the open square where a crowd had already gathered. The open square was abuzz with activity, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia and excitement.
At the center of the square, he spotted Miss Avensworth, his elven teacher, orchestrating the proceedings with grace and efficiency. Her elegant demeanor and pointed ears marked her unmistakably as an elf, and she was well-known for her fair and impartial conduct during such crucial events.
Near Miss Avensworth, a designated clearing had been prepared. In the center of this space, the seats of honor were arranged, reserved for the representatives of the prestigious academies that would select the candidates. A crystal ball glistened in the morning sunlight, its ethereal glow hinting at its mystical purpose.
Beside the crystal ball stood a tall obsidian stele, its surface adorned with intricate markings that denoted the tier of one's abilities. The stele served as the focal point for the testing, and it was here that each candidate would demonstrate their unique talents.
The crowd gathered around, a mix of graduating students, underclassmen, and curious onlookers. The atmosphere crackled with excitement and tension as everyone awaited the commencement of the entrance exam. For Elliot, this was a momentous occasion, a chance to prove himself and secure a future among the galaxy's elite.
With a deep breath, he joined the throng of eager candidates, his scarlet eyes filled with determination and a sense of purpose. Today, he would stand before the representatives of the academies, ready to showcase the extraordinary abilities that set him apart.
The crowd gathered with bated breath, a palpable air of anticipation enveloping the open square of the school. The day's momentous event was about to unfold, and the representatives from the five prestigious academies had arrived to oversee it all. These ambassador professors embodied the very essence of their respective institutions, both in their striking appearances and their commanding presence.
"That is Professor Seraphina from the Stellar Royal Academy, some say she has Fairy blood in her," A student next to Elliot whispered excitedly.
As the embodiment of grace and excellence, Professor Seraphina seemed to have descended from the celestial realms themselves. Her ethereal beauty was a sight to behold, with long, silver tresses that cascaded like a shimmering waterfall down her back. Radiant fair skin complemented her striking sapphire eyes, creating an aura of enchantment. She wore a resplendent white gown adorned with intricate celestial patterns, each thread woven with the utmost precision. As Seraphina gracefully took her seat of honor, a chorus of admiring whispers swept through the crowd. Her poise and composure left an indelible mark, perfectly reflecting the Stellara Royal Academy's commitment to grace and elegance.
A boy adjusted his glasses excitedly, "Its actually Professor Thorne, the author of our Science and Technology textbooks!" Elliot looked at Professor Thorne in interest.
In stark contrast to Seraphina's ethereal beauty, Professor Thorne exuded a rugged, no-nonsense demeanor that mirrored the Nebula Institute's focus on practicality and precision. His features were weathered, and a grizzled beard framed his face, adding to his air of experience. Piercing silver eyes seemed to have witnessed the mysteries of the cosmos up close. Clad in a simple yet functional uniform adorned with nebula-themed insignia, Thorne's attire reflected the institute's dedication to scientific exploration and resourcefulness. As he settled into his seat, respectful nods and knowing glances passed through the crowd, acknowledging the Nebula Institute's commitment to intellectual curiosity.
Elliot felt a hint of danger, and his instincts flared up. His hands jumped to his swords as he looked towards the source of danger and to his surprise it was a professor.
Professor Solara commanded attention as the embodiment of martial prowess and strength, representing the Celestial Vanguard Academy. Her presence was nothing short of awe-inspiring, characterized by fiery auburn hair that seemed to dance with the flames of determination. A toned physique underscored her martial skills, and her amber eyes radiated unwavering determination. She was dressed in formidable armor adorned with celestial motifs, her breastplate bearing the academy's emblem—a blazing sun and a crescent moon. The crowd couldn't help but watch her with a mixture of reverence and admiration, fully recognizing the academy's dedication to combat excellence.
"That woman is no joke," the voice muttered.
Elliot nodded in agreement, to set his instincts off just by walking, how strong of a warrior was this person?
"Oh Solara, you are scaring the kids," Seraphina said in amusement, her voice was soft and smooth like the silkiest of satin.
"Not all of them," Solara gruffly responded and Seraphina nodded. They had both noticed Elliot and a few other noteworthy students who had entered a battle-ready state.
"Here comes the undying Professor Lysander, some say he has been teaching for 600 years already," a student whispered, and Elliot's interest was piqued.
He looked at the man making his way towards the seats of honor. Professor Lysander epitomized enigmatic wisdom, reflecting the essence of the Stellaris Academy of Arcane Arts. His ageless visage seemed untouched by the passage of time, marked by silver-streaked ebony hair and deep violet eyes that held the secrets of countless spells and incantations. Flowing robes adorned with shimmering constellations draped his form, creating an aura of arcane mastery. His mere presence resonated with the mystique of magic, and hushed murmurs of admiration filled the air as he assumed his seat. It was a testament to the academy's commitment to nurturing and honing magical talents.
"I guess this is our professor," a student spoked in a depressed manner while looking towards the last professor entering the venue.
"Yeah, if only we had manifested higher tier abilities," another student agreed.
Elliot looked at the man in uniform walking towards the seats, his nameplate on his breast read General Kaldur. General Kaldur, a symbol of discipline and authority, represented the Federation Military Academy with unwavering resolve. His tall, imposing figure dominated the scene, and close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair framed a stern countenance. Sharp, steely blue eyes surveyed the surroundings with an intensity that commanded respect. Dressed in a formal military uniform adorned with a multitude of medals and insignia, he bore the emblem of the federation—a symbol of unity and order. The crowd observed him with a mixture of respect and awe, fully aware of the academy's commitment to structure and military excellence.
As these ambassador professors assumed their seats of honour, conversations buzzed through the crowd, discussions filled with admiration and curiosity. The distinct qualities of each professor served as a testament to the unique strengths and philosophies of their respective academies, setting the stage for a day filled with awe-inspiring demonstrations and selections.