Seroi bowed his head. "The names, my lord?"
The armored general spoke first. "For combat, give him Daevar. No man has broken more students, nor tempered them sharper."
The scholar added, though reluctance tinged her tone, "For core study… He must go to Calven. No one understands unstable mana flows as he does. If anyone can teach the boy to breathe without drowning, it is him."
Finally, the strategist in black leaned forward, voice measured and cold.
"Strategy is not tactics. It is survival. Assign him to Vara. She will test his mind. If it fails, better she knows it early."
The three names settled into the glowing circles.
The leader's voice was final.
"Commander Seroi. He is yours to oversee. Deliver him to these instructors. Watch him. Report to us. If he falters…"
The veins of the grand chair flared white, then dimmed, a silent threat.
"...you know what must be done."
Seroi's chest tightened. He bowed low, words even.
"I will see it carried out."
