245 Volume 4 Prologue

Thousands of miles away from Vesemir School for Affinities was a modernistic and high-tech pyramid-like facility. The multilayered compound, which extended several tens of kilometers in all directions, including below the planet's surface, was known as Finwan Academy. 

Far below the planet's crust, approximately four kilometers down, in a sizeable office-style conference room, Lithlen Jetlensr sat atop a plus and overly decorated throne, sipping a glass of expensive wine while staring at over a hundred hologram monitors. On each screen was a promising young person, showing the full extent of their abilities during the most recent quarter-term combat exams.

Looking away from the monitors and towards the 20 men and women sitting at a large oak table in full business suits, Lithlen placed his glass of wine down and made eye contact with the man sitting closest to him.