"What's with the ruckus?"
A robust, stern voice boomed from above, immediately silencing the hall. All eyes turned upward, locking onto a well-toned man in his mid-fifties descending atop the wooden platform. He wore a weathered ceremonial Daywalker gray coat and an old sun sigil amulet that dangled at his belt.
His arms were crossed over his broad, muscular chest. Though his clothes were worn, he had clearly taken care of his appearance...golden hair streaked with silver tied back in a low ponytail, and piercing ocean-blue eyes that froze every candidate in place. No one even dared to breathe.
"Shit... this year's instructor is Sir Seraphis. Quick, stand straight and don't say a word," Rayan hissed under his breath, snapping into rigid posture like a fresh recruit meeting his drill sergeant.
Arthur and JoJo dropped their antics instantly and followed suit.
"Who is he?" Levi asked quietly, his focus locked on the wild fluctuations of the man's spiritual aura.
