There were very few reasons the students of A.S.I were called to gather in the Assembly Hall. So, with it happening today, everyone was on high alert.
Students made guesses and theories of what was about to go down. A person like Lancet wondered how they could even spend time talking when inside in a place as magnificent as this.
He remembered vaguely the description of the hall. But seeing it was exhilarating, just being inside caused his chest to pound.
It was a glorious white-and-gold amphitheater large enough to be a den for dragons. The design bluntly manifested the Academy's rigid hierarchy in stone and gold.
There were angel statues made into pillars and between these pillars were tiered, semi-circular balconies that rose high into a ceiling that seemed to reach for the unseen heavens.
It was segmented perfectly by the years. At the apex, bathed in the warmest ambient light and seated upon plusher, cushioned benches, sat Class Group-S.
