The instructor's voice echoed through the hall, calm yet laden with a weight that made every word seem heavier.
"The Milhwa Festival is built upon three essential pillars, each representing the spirit of competition and survival. This year, however, will not adhere to tradition in the way you might expect. The rules remain the same, yes—but the path you will take has become far more dangerous and challenging."
He paused, glancing down at the book resting on the lectern. The dim, golden light danced across his sharp, stern features, his gray eyes cold and inscrutable.
"Due to the heightened severity of this year's festival, the registration process will follow stricter protocols. That being said, these changes are minor. Participation is still open to all—regardless of the risk. However, any student with a D-class talent or lower will be required to sign a legal waiver before entering."
