Within the examination arena, beyond the drawn white line, the bustle of the marketplace and the scurrying figures had drifted far from oneself. Alongside classmates who had once crossed paths with Lyle, they headed toward the center of the woods, the place of past outdoor lessons, where Mr. Dragon and other invigilating teachers were waiting.
Mr. Dragon had donned a pure white robe with light grey lines, but his towering stature still gave him away. Standing at the forefront in white, opposed by teachers of the Flesh Faction clad as if in blood-smeared black attire, and the representative ghosts of the Soul Faction.
