Vice Dean Hargan stepped forward once more, his deep azure robes flowing as if reflecting his solemn mood. The students’ murmurs gradually quieted, their eyes nervously shifting toward him.
His piercing gaze swept across the hall, stopping momentarily on the faces of Orion, Arya, and other top students. "I urge all of you to heed Vice Dean Elanora’s words carefully. Students have indeed lost their lives during academy’s examinations before. This is not a mere threat to frighten you—it’s a sad reality. Treat your preparation with utmost seriousness."
Orion inwardly groaned, ’No shit, we are going to a warzone.’
Despite his wry humor, he clearly understood the severity of the situation. Around him, the silence shattered into tense whispers. Students exchanged panicked glances, unease palpable in the stifling air of the grand hall.
"We’ve barely started at the academy and now we’re being sent to war? This is madness," one student anxiously muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief.
Another responded nervously, "Do you think they’ll really let us die out there? Maybe this is just to scare us...?"
Arya, composed despite the shocking news, turned subtly toward Orion, whispering softly, "This will be more dangerous than any of our previous training. We’ll need to prepare ourselves carefully."
Orion nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "We’ll have to do whatever it takes. After all, we’re at the academy precisely to face challenges like these."
Nyss, sitting calmly beside Orion, crossed her arms once more, her expression returning to its usual indifferent mask, though the glint of seriousness in her eyes hadn’t faded.
She softly murmured, barely audible, "It’ll certainly weed out those who don’t deserve to stand at the top."
As the murmurs continued, Vice Dean Hargan turned sharply, his stern presence dominating the room.
He exchanged a quiet glance with Vice Dean Elanora, who nodded gently. With synchronized steps, the two stepped off the platform, exiting the hall through the doors from which they’d entered.
Their departure left the students feeling an unsettling mixture of dread, apprehension, and cautious determination.
Outside the examination hall, Elanora released a gentle, weary sigh, her typically graceful and composed stance relaxing now that they were away from the prying eyes of the students.
The playful charm and unshakable confidence of her earlier demeanor slipped, revealing an uncharacteristic moment of uncertainty.
Turning slowly toward Hargan, her eyes filled with concern, she asked softly, "Hargan, do you think we’ve been too harsh on them? They’re only first-year students, after all. Sending them straight to a warzone feels dangerously unprecedented."
Hargan paused thoughtfully, his deep azure robes gently shifting around him as he considered her words.
After a moment, he shook his head firmly, his gaze resolute yet reassuring. "This is the golden age. We need to be more ruthless with our means. Before, we used to have one test every three months. But clearly, this batch of students is far more talented. Instead of making them push every other month, it would be better to give them the creative freedom to do as they wish until the time of the test arrives."
He looked at her, shaking his head softly. "And besides, Elanora, we aren’t truly sending them to the frontlines or into major conflicts. Their deployment will be restricted to minor cities, places with minimal risk. Our aim is simply to let them gain firsthand experience, not to lead them into certain doom."
Elanora exhaled again, feeling that Hargan’s words made sense. "That’s good to hear, Hargan. But still... the southern border is not something to trifle with at this moment. The situation there can worsen at any moment."
Hargan shook his head. "That’s why we gave the students a buffer of ten months. Some of them should be able to reach the fifth level in this time. Now we only need to trust our students."
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