Chapter 95: Nomination Day (1)
The Grand Assembly Hall was alive.
Banners from every club hung across the vaulted ceiling like colorful veins of ambition—golden lions for the Hunting Club, crimson phoenixes for the Royal Club, silver bows for the Archery Club, and so on. Students flooded the marble floor, their voices weaving into a storm of laughter, whispers, and tense arguments.
The room smelled faintly of ink and parchment, mixed with the sharp polish of steel swords strapped to the sides of combat-focused students.
Michael adjusted the collar of his academy uniform as he entered with Leon and Aiden.
He could feel the weight of the day pressing down on him—the kind of day where futures were decided, alliances forged, and enemies born.
"Whoa," Aiden muttered, craning his neck at the banners.
"Feels like walking into the Colosseum before a blood match."