"So… are we postponing the tournament?" Monika spoke, her eyes darting nervously between the others gathered in the dimly lit room. The air felt heavy, as if the walls themselves were closing in on them.
It would be a surprise for anyone if they see a group of Rank 7 feeling anxious and concerned, it's just unthinkable.
"We have no choice," Daisuke Abe said, his tone clipped and tense. The Dean of the Eastern Combat Academy looked more weary than usual. "The situation forces our hand. If we don't act immediately, the students—no, all of us—could be in grave danger."
Zein Vermillion, the Dean of the Magic Federation Institute, leaned forward, his expression grim and resolute.
"I'm afraid we're already entangled in this mess, whether we like it or not," he said, his voice low, almost a growl. "And if I'm being honest, retreating now isn't an option. We need to face whatever's coming head-on, together."
