David exhaled deeply, removing his hand from the now-dim crystal orb. The residual hum of energy faded into a tense silence, leaving the room awash in awe and disbelief. He clenched and unclenched his fist, as if reacquainting himself with his restrained power.
The receptionist gawked at the orb, his expression a mixture of shock and confusion. "I-I've never seen the glyphs rearrange themselves like that... It's as though the system didn't know how to categorize you."
David simply shrugged, his face calm and unassuming. "Guess I got lucky."
Mariana tilted her head, her sharp eyes narrowing. She wasn't entirely convinced by his nonchalant demeanor but chose not to press further. "Lucky? That's one way to put it," she said, her tone laced with subtle curiosity.
Luna, meanwhile, folded her arms, smirking. "So? What's the verdict?"
