The Grand Hall of The Imperial Academy of Valon was buzzing beneath a surface of tension.
Hundreds of students filled the marble-tiered seating, robes shifting, voices hushed. Floating crystal spheres hovered above the center stage, glowing with light mana, ready to transmit every word and expression.
The final debate was about to begin.
Noel entered from the side arch and climbed to the third row.
Roberto was already there, arms crossed, scanning the stage.
"You're late," he said without looking.
Noel slid into the seat beside him.
"Sorry. I was in the bathroom," he said dryly."But today's debate… it's going to be interesting."
Roberto finally glanced at him.
"You sound like you already know what's going to happen."
Noel leaned back, eyes on the main platform as the candidates stepped forward.
'Let's see how long that patience of yours holds up, Dior. A mask only lasts so long before the pressure cracks it.'
Roberto caught the smirk forming at the corner of Noel's mouth.
