The Grand Office of Dean Godsthorn exuded authority and history. Intricate carvings adorned the walls, depicting great battles and heroic figures of the past.
The air carried a sense of gravity, fitting for the occasion that had gathered twelve of the academy's brightest students and ten esteemed instructors.
Dean Godsthorn, seated at his massive oak desk, stroked his thick beard lazily as his sharp eyes scanned the room. His gaze lingered on a few familiar faces, a smile tugging at his lips. Clearing his throat, he stood and addressed everyone, his voice deep and resonant.
"Today is a day of pride and growth," he began, his tone warm but commanding. "Each of you has achieved a significant milestone, advancing not only in your studies but in your readiness for the challenges that lie ahead."
The Dean's eyes fell first on the three students at the front—fresh-faced and brimming with youthful determination.
