As Miss Avensworth's voice resonated through the open square, a hushed silence descended upon the crowd, the collective anticipation hanging in the air like an electric charge.
"Let the examinations commence!" she declared with authority, her voice carrying a sense of urgency and importance.
The students' names were called one by one, echoing through the square, and each approached the crystal globe with a mix of excitement and apprehension. As they placed their palms upon its smooth surface, a soft glow enveloped their hand, revealing the color that symbolized their elemental affinity. Murmurs of curiosity and encouragement rippled through the crowd as each student's unique affinity was unveiled.
Next, the students advanced towards the towering obsidian stele, its formidable presence dominating the square. The slab bore markings that extended all the way up to the illustrious S tier, a daunting reminder of the heights of power to which one could aspire.
With bated breath, the students pressed their hands against the cold obsidian surface, channeling their inner abilities. A mesmerizing glow would then emanate from the stele, ascending upward to halt at a specific tier, boldly announcing the rank of their abilities. It was a moment of revelation that held the entire audience captive, for it was here that the fate of each student's future would be partly sealed.
As the initial candidates began to present their abilities in practical demonstrations, the crowd witnessed a variety of talents and capabilities. Some conjured modest sparks or gusts of wind, earning them modest rankings of F or D tier. Others showcased minor illusions or rudimentary control over elemental forces. The majority of students fell within these tiers, their abilities still in the early stages of development.
Amidst the array of candidates, Elliot observed intently, his scarlet eyes focused on the proceedings. He knew that his moment would come, but for now, he remained patient, a silent spectator to the unfolding spectacle. His gaze flitted from one student to the next, each display of power revealing a unique facet of the world of abilities.
As he waited for his turn, Elliot couldn't help but feel a sense of determination building within him. He knew that he was destined for something greater, something beyond the ordinary. And as he watched the trials and tribulations of his fellow students, he couldn't wait to show the world just what he was capable of.
Amidst the sea of eager faces, a young man named Adrian was called forth. He stepped into the center of the square with a mix of anxiety and determination, his eyes scanning the crystal globe before him. With a steady breath, he placed his hand upon its smooth, translucent surface.
A collective hush fell over the crowd as the crystal ball responded to Adrian's touch. It ignited with a fiery intensity, its colour vibrant and alive like a roaring inferno. It was a shade of red that seemed to dance with unrestrained energy, captivating the onlookers and drawing their immediate interest.
"Fire affinity," someone murmured in the crowd, acknowledging the common elemental connection that many possessed. However, this particular display felt different. The intensity of the red hue hinted at something more, something powerful.
Undeterred by the growing anticipation, Adrian moved on to the towering obsidian stele. His palm met the cool, ancient surface, and he closed his eyes in concentration. A profound silence enveloped the square as he began to channel his innate abilities.
The first sign of his power manifested in the form of flames that danced along his outstretched arm, a testament to his fiery affinity. The flames grew in intensity, enveloping his entire body in a searing, radiant aura. The crowd watched in awe as the temperature around Adrian seemed to rise, and the air shimmered with heat.
The obsidian stele responded to his fiery display, its surface glowing with an incandescent brilliance. The glow ascended the tiers, passing the modest F and D ranks with ease. It continued its ascent, reaching the impressive C tier, and the crowd's whispers grew louder with each passing moment.
"B rank," someone exclaimed in astonishment as the glow continued to climb. Adrian's determination and control were evident as he pushed the boundaries of his abilities. The stele blinked momentarily between the realms of C and B tiers, a testament to the fine balance he had achieved.
"C+ tier!" a voice from the crowd announced, causing a ripple of excitement and admiration to sweep through the spectators. A C+ tier ability was a rarity, a sign of true potential and talent.
In the seats of honour, the representatives from the Celestial Vanguard Academy, the Stellaris Academy of Arcane Arts, and the Military Academy all raised their paddles simultaneously, their interest unmistakable. The sight of three academies expressing interest in a single student was a remarkable testament to the power and promise that Adrian's abilities held.
The crowd, now abuzz with fervour and curiosity, watched as the young man concluded his demonstration. Adrian's accomplishment had not only impressed his peers but had also garnered the attention of some of the most prestigious institutions in the galaxy. As he stepped away from the stele, he did so with newfound confidence, knowing that his future held boundless potential and opportunity.
Miss Avensworth's voice held a note of pride and admiration as she addressed Adrian. "Congratulations, Adrian," she began, "Three academies have shown interest in you. What will be your choice?"
Adrian's response was swift and confident. "I would like to join the Celestial Vanguard Academy," he declared, a determined glint in his eyes.
However, General Kaldur, representing the Federation Military Academy, had other plans. His voice carried the weight of authority as he made an imposing offer. "I offer you the starting position of Squad Captain in the 56th Regiment of the Federation Army upon graduation."
The choice before Adrian was clear, but it was also a moment of great significance. The Celestial Vanguard Academy held a higher rank, but the offer from the Federation Military Academy came with undeniable prestige and responsibility. Adrian looked towards Miss Avensworth, seeking guidance in this pivotal moment of his life. Her smile reflected pride and encouragement, and she spoke with warmth, "There is no wrong choice, Adrian. Follow your heart."
With a respectful bow towards General Kaldur, Adrian made his decision. "I would still like to join the Celestial Vanguard Academy," he said, choosing his own path amidst the enticing offers and the weight of expectations.
"Very well," General Kaldur responded, acknowledging Adrian's choice with a nod, despite the allure of his own offer.