(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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Orion opened his door, stepped inside, and glanced once more at the timetable now hovering silently above his desk.

Tomorrow at nine.

He let it fade.

Then lay down, closed his eyes, and let sleep take him.

Orion woke up before dawn, the faint bluish light seeping through his curtains. His eyes opened instantly, his body slipping into routine without hesitation. He rolled out of bed, stretched once, and headed out for his morning exercise.

The courtyard behind Magnum One was quiet at this hour. A few early risers jogged around, but the space was mostly his. He moved into a steady rhythm — warm-ups, stretches, controlled body movements. Nothing excessive, just enough to activate his muscles and shift his mind into clarity. By the time he finished, a thin layer of sweat coated his skin, and his breathing was deep and even.

He returned to his room, stepped into the washroom, and let the warm water wash over him. By the time he emerged, steam followed.

His academy uniform sat neatly folded on his desk — golden-trimmed, sharp, and refined. The delivery had arrived yesterday evening, exactly as the instructions promised.

He dressed with practiced ease. Shirt, vest, coat, trousers — all fitting perfectly. The golden lining shimmered subtly when he moved. He checked himself in the mirror. Clean. Sharp. Presentable. The academy bracelet sat comfortably on his wrist, the silver band matching the gold trim surprisingly well.

He grabbed his satchel — notebook, pen, mana slate, and a few other materials. Today was long; better to be prepared.

When he opened the door, Caelum was already standing there, hands in his pockets, uniform crisp and immaculate as if he hadn't even sat down since yesterday.

"You're early," Orion said.

Caelum shrugged.

They started down the hallway. Other students were emerging from their rooms, the sound of doors opening one after another creating a steady rhythm. The uniforms stood out everywhere — refined, sharp, tidy. And as expected, the number of CD students clearly outweighed SD students on this floor.

The common lounge had transformed. Everyone looked sharper, calmer, more collected. The confidence level jumped noticeably simply because of the uniform.

By 8:30, they were finishing breakfast. The dining hall bustled but not chaotically; students moved with purpose. The atmosphere felt different now — structured. The first day's weight hung lightly but clearly.

Orion and Caelum walked out of the building at a steady pace. The morning air was crisp, mana lines faintly visible around the academy grounds. Outside, two familiar figures were waiting.

Seris and Selene.

Seris stood with a smug little tilt to her lips, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders, the uniform fitting her almost too perfectly. Selene stood beside her, hair tied into her usual bun, expression calm but carrying a subtle glow.

Orion scanned them once. "Both of you look good."

Seris raised her chin proudly. "Obviously."

Selene simply dipped her head. "Thank you."

With that, the four formed up naturally and began heading toward the main spire. The crowd was dense, but the academy had allotments and pathways designed for movement. Flow was smooth, unrestricted, and surprisingly fast despite the number of students converging.

When they stepped onto the teleportation sigils, the interface shifted instantly.

Floor 3 — Year 1 Section

They selected it, and their surroundings folded.

The floor they arrived on was wide, with high ceilings, polished tiles, and several corridors extending in neat, organized structures. Some students were already moving with intention, others wandering cautiously.

Part of Seris wanted to drag them around exploring, but the time wasn't right.

"We can't be late on the first day," Orion reminded.

She clicked her tongue. "I know."

Ahead, a large archway labeled A1-Class Hall guided them.

Inside the hall stood ten teleportation sigils arranged in two lines. Each lit up with clean blue light. The moment each of them stepped onto one, a holographic list appeared.

Eleven rooms.

Ten for the individual courses.

One labeled: GENERAL ROOM.

They'd been told they'd meet their class instructor today, so the choice was obvious.

They all selected General Room.

Light folded over them, and they emerged in a different environment.

Grass. Nothing but grass as far as the eye could see. A plain field stretching endlessly. And at the center — a medium-sized building surrounded by lush gardens, manicured bushes, and clean stone pavements.

They approached quietly.

Inside, the atmosphere shifted immediately. The room was serene, almost calming. Twenty single, attached table-chairs arranged in a semi-circle around a central chair that stood elevated just slightly. Large windows lined the walls, showing the open field with perfect clarity.

It felt… detached from the academy. A pocket space meant for focus.

Only one student was already there. A girl. She sat with her legs crossed, writing materials neatly arranged, posture upright, expression unreadable. The type that arrived early everywhere — Orion knew the personality instantly.

They split naturally, each taking separate seats. Sitting together every time wasn't ideal. Better to interact with others, broaden familiarity.

Seris, ever curious, attempted conversation.

The girl responded with short, clipped replies.

Seris sighed. "Okay. Another loner."

The clock hovered at 8:40.

Students entered gradually — Kaelen, Irelle, Daenys, Erevan, familiar faces from the trial. The atmosphere filled with low murmurs but no real noise. Everyone carried a sense of expectation.

By 8:59, all twenty students were present.

Orion sat between two unfamiliar students — one boy, one girl. Both quiet. Observant.

At exactly 9:00 a.m.

A ripple cut the air.

Every head turned.

Orion's mind clicked instantly.

A spatial fold. Clean. Immaculate. No wasted motion.

A figure stood beside the central chair.

Onyx-black hair. Dark, steady eyes. An aura of complete control.

The same man who stood above them before the trial. The one who brought them to the coliseum. The one who explained the rules and watched every moment.

Doran Chronos.

The room fell silent.

And every student straightened.

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