The anticipation in the grand arena was palpable as students gathered in the stands and preparation areas. The day's light filtered through the open ceiling, casting beams of warmth onto the crowd below.
A sense of restlessness filled the air, amplified by whispers of what the next round might entail. Lyra, Victor, Violet, and their bonds stood together near the edge of the preparation area, waiting for the Dean's announcement.
Dean Adkins stepped onto the elevated platform at the center of the arena. Her presence alone was enough to command silence from the buzzing crowd. She was dressed impeccably, her sharp silver hair catching the sunlight, and her gaze swept across the gathered students like a blade.
