Chapter 116: Runic Language
When they reached the classroom, Orion paused at the threshold, his eyes scanning the hall. It was a wide-style room with rows of tiered seats curving around a central platform.
A grand, obsidian-black board hovered at the front, gently shimmering with residual mana from previous spells.
Soft, cushioned seats filled most rows, each equipped with a small desk inscribed with subtle runic marks—likely to assist in spellcasting demonstrations.
The room was already buzzing with activity, filled nearly to capacity. However, as soon as Orion, Emilia, and Arya stepped foot inside, the buzzing quieted down.
Hundreds of eyes trailed them as the trio entered the class. The hall was full with over 300 students this time. Clearly, some bored seniors had decided to visit.
Yet, conspicuously, the front row remained vacant, its ten seats reserved exclusively for the academy’s top students.
"Looks like we’ve made quite the entrance," Arya whispered teasingly, nudging Orion’s arm as they stepped inside.
Orion chuckled softly, noting the curious glances and murmurs rippling through the room as they approached the reserved seats.
Emilia followed quietly, her posture alert and poised as always, her eyes calmly assessing her surroundings.
Taking their seats, Orion found himself beside Nyss once again. She glanced at him, her dark eyes briefly meeting his before she returned her gaze forward, maintaining her usual composed demeanor.
The room quieted gradually as a tall, distinguished figure strode confidently through the main entrance.