Stifling silence and murmurs filled the hall, creating a weird and absolute contrast throughout the area.
Some of the students were simply silent in their seats, rocking back and forth, while others discussed hushly among themselves.
Yet through everything, Nolan could see the slight worry plastered on their faces.
It was clear all they were doing was trying to alleviate the monumental pressure that weighed on their minds.
Some did so by talking to others, a little bolder compared to those who handled their anxiety by rocking back and forth and remaining silent.
Contrary to the crowd, Nolan was as calm as the surface of a pond hiding a stalking alligator.
There was no sweat, no rocking back and forth, no talking. He simply sat and waited.
And when the entire world is doing something and you're not, one is doomed to attract some attention, which Nolan did.
But could the Celestial Heirs be bothered?
