Chapter 7: Where is he?
The hurried footsteps echoed down the grand hallways of the academy, each step a beat of urgency against the polished marble floors.
The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to choke on.
The office doors burst open with a loud bang, and a flustered teacher stumbled inside, his breathing ragged, his face contorted in disbelief.
Beads of sweat clung to his forehead as he struggled to catch his breath.
The dean, a man of imposing presence despite his bald head and aging features, looked up sharply.
His piercing gaze locked onto the trembling figure before him.
"What’s the meaning of this interruption?"
His voice was like a whip crack, cutting through the still air.
The teacher swallowed hard before speaking, forcing the words out in one breath.
"Sir, we’ve just received the talent awakening reports."
The dean’s expression darkened.