Amberine sat in the waiting hall, her fingers drumming against her journal as she fought against the unease swirling in her gut. The room was filled with scholars, all preparing for their presentations, the air buzzing with an anxious energy that matched her own nerves. She couldn't help but feel the discomfort of her overfull stomach, the poor decision of indulging in that lavish breakfast now coming back to haunt her. Each time she took a deep breath, she could feel the tightness in her abdomen, a reminder of just how unprepared she was for this moment.
Suddenly, a soft chime filled the air, and Amberine looked up, startled. A shimmering scroll appeared in the center of the waiting hall, unfurling with a glow that drew everyone's attention. It hung there, suspended by magic, its soft blue light illuminating the faces of the other presenters. Amberine felt her heart skip a beat as her name appeared, written in elegant golden letters.
