Up on the stage, seated before the gathered students, were the academy's top instructors—figures of authority and respect like Sir Kaelen, Sir Regulus, Lady Ember, and other prominent individuals. Among them sat a man who immediately stood out, exuding an air of quiet authority. Though he appeared to be in his mid-fifties, his youthful features made him seem timeless.
He had impeccably permed white hair swept back, complemented by a meticulously groomed beard. His golden eyes radiated an unsettling calm, a tranquility so profound it felt almost unnatural. Everything about him—his posture, his aura, even the faint smile on his face—spoke of an unshakeable composure.
