"Name?"
A man at the reception desk asked as he stood before a Spatial Teleportation Circle. These long-distance teleportation devices were widely used throughout the Academy for transportation.
"Zytherion Mythraldor!"
The old butler announced thunderously, his voice echoing as though he were addressing a royal court.
"Keep your voice down, old man," the guards there muttered, visibly annoyed.
The receptionist frowned but quickly checked his records. His eyes widened as he read the details. "Zytherion Mythraldor… Oh, you're the new Supreme Talent! Welcome, welcome, Sir!" His voice was suddenly mixed with awe and excitement, drawing the attention of nearby guards and staff.
Colleagues leaned in, their curiosity piqued.
"May we proceed?" Aengus asked calmly, cutting through the sudden chatter.
Startled, the receptionist stammered, "Ah, yes Sir! You may proceed."
