(A/N Big thanks to everyone for the Power stones and Golden tickets, they mean a lot. As usual, please don't hesitate to comment or drop a review. ENJOY)

Power stones people, Gimme it.

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Morning came quickly.

Orion arrived at the orientation hall with the others, the familiar hum of thousands of students settling into their seats filling the massive space. Everyone looked more awake than they felt—nerves hidden under forced calm, excitement hidden under blank expressions.

Rhaena Chronos appeared the way she always did: like she'd been waiting exactly one second for them to show up.

"Good morning, students," she said, hands clasped lightly behind her back. "Today is simple. But important."

The hall quieted immediately.

"I trust that all of you," she continued, "have chosen your departments and your additional two scholar courses with proper thought. If you made your decision based on impulse, peer pressure, pride, or divine revelation—well, consequences are very educational."

A light ripple of laughter passed through the hall.

Rhaena smiled. "Your choices today determine how your next four years unfold. This academy doesn't spoon-feed. You walk the path you pick. So before we finalize anything, I will give you one moment—" she raised a finger "—to mentally confirm that what you chose is genuinely yours."

A short silence followed. No dramatic music. No tension. Just a quiet room of students accepting their fate.

"Good," she said. "Then let's proceed."

She snapped her fingers.

A crisp chime echoed through the entire hall as thin sheets of parchment and sleek ink pens materialized in front of every student. The documents hovered for a second before gently lowering into their hands.

Orion glanced down at his sheet.

Name • Department • Extra Courses

Simple. Straightforward. No hidden sections.

"Write your full name," Rhaena instructed, pacing slowly across the stage, "select your main department, tick your two extra courses, and then verify the document using your academy bracelet."

She pointed to the bottom-right corner of her own document, which appeared beside her as a demonstration. "You will place your bracelet here. The system will confirm your identity, lock in your choices, and submit everything automatically. Once submitted…" She tilted her head. "You cannot change it. At all."

That made a few students tense up visibly.

Rhaena waved the concern away. "Relax. You're not choosing your life destiny. You're choosing which subjects will torture you for the next four years."

That got another laugh.

Orion filled in his name cleanly. Department: Combat Division. Scholar courses: Introduction to Magical Medicine and Rune & Sigil Analysis. The pen moved smoothly, ink exactly the shade of standard academy blue.

Caelum finished quickly. Selene wrote with neat precision. Seris wrote with unnecessary dramatic flourishes.

"Now," Rhaena said, "bracelets."

Across the hall, thousands of wrists lifted.

Orion touched the corner of the page with his bracelet. A soft click—more magical than mechanical—sounded, and a pale gold outline scanned the paper from top to bottom.

Verification successful. Submission complete.

The ink subtly brightened, and the page dissolved into particles of light.

Caelum's sheet flickered next. Selene's followed. Seris stared at her paper until hers vanished too.

Once silence returned, Rhaena continued.

"Good. Registration is complete. Your uniforms will be delivered to your registered dorms. Combat Division students will receive gold-trimmed attire. Scholar Division will receive silver."

Several students glanced at their clothing, as if imagining the change.

"Lectures begin tomorrow at nine a.m. sharp," Rhaena said, tone shifting from cheerful to firm. "Latecomers will be penalized. And before any of you ask what 'penalized' means…" She grinned. "You'll find out if you test me."

No one laughed at that one.

"Your personal timetables will be uploaded to your bracelets by six this evening. When they arrive, review them carefully. Some of your instructors are… strict about punctuality."

She gave a pause, then added lightly, "And some are strict about breathing too loudly. So prepare accordingly."

Seris whispered, "That's not comforting."

Orion pretended not to hear.

Rhaena eyes widened a bit like she suddenly remembered something. "Your first class tomorrow will be a meeting with your class instructor, he/ she will be the one responsible for the primary dishing out of info or dealing with whatever issue you might have as a class from now on."

"And finally," Rhaena said, coming to a stop at center stage, "make sure you acquire whatever materials you need for your classes. Your points should be more than enough for basic supplies. And if they're not—you definitely have management problems."

Straight. Simple. Efficient.

She gave a final nod. "That will be all. Dismissed."

A wave of spatial runes activated again, transporting clusters of students out of the hall in steady pulses. Within seconds the room began to thin.

Orion and the others regrouped outside once the teleportation settled.

Seris stretched. "Alright! Shopping?"

Caelum adjusted his bracelet. "We should get the essentials at least."

Selene nodded. "Better now than later."

They headed toward the shopping district—one of the busiest areas around the spire. Stalls, storefronts, and item displays lined both sides of the walkways. Students crowded the aisles, all buying the same things: notebooks, ink, spell-paper, feather styluses, and a dozen other study items.

Seris nearly got distracted by glowing hairbands twice.

"Focus," Selene reminded.

"I am focused—just not on school supplies."

Orion picked out the basics without fuss. Enough paper for notes, a high-quality pen, a rune-grid notebook, and a compact case. Caelum went for similar items, though he spent longer comparing pen durability.

Selene bought extra notebooks.

Seris bought the bare minimum and then proudly purchased a snack.

Once the group confirmed they had everything needed, they headed back toward the dorm wings.

Students were scattered everywhere—some sitting on benches checking notifications, some comparing their purchases, others already panicking over tomorrow.

They separated later in the day.

Magnum One was lively when they entered. A few dormmates waved at Orion and Caelum as they passed through the common lounge.

"Back already?" one asked.

"Just getting supplies," Caelum replied.

Orion stored his purchases neatly before settling into the lounge again. The room buzzed with light conversations—some cheerful, some stressed, most simply curious about what tomorrow would bring.

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