Damn The Author

Soon enough, all the lights in the auditorium died, plunging everything into thick, oppressive darkness.

"Hah..."

I let out a quiet breath, leaning back in my seat. It was typical theatrics. Of course, they would want to milk the tension.

And then, right on cue with a zap sound, a single spotlight flickered to life, stabbing through the black and settling on the stage at the center.

It was completely overkill, but it definitely passed the vibe check.

Step! Step!

And then, with small, heavy steps, the vice-headmaster finally stepped onto the stage. Her blonde hair glowed brighter than ever as she walked with those serene eyes.

Her walk didn’t stop as she made her way to the podium.

"Students of the Imperial Academy. You stand here today not by chance, but by merit. Each of you has endured the harsh trials of the entrance exam and emerged victorious. For that, you have my recognition.

But do not be so foolish as to think this single victory defines you. What awaits you beyond these doors is far more demanding than anything you have faced thus far.

Here, you will be tested not just in strength, but in will, in resolve, and in the conviction that drives you forward.

You have been chosen among thousands to become candidates worthy of serving the Empire. Yet remember this: even among the chosen, only the truly exceptional rise.