As dusk approached, the golden rays of light illuminated the mountain behind the Academy, so much that it resembled a high altar. The bluestone tiles on the pavement seemed to exude warmth, hurrying those outside home. However, the candidates who had already found out their results have yet to leave. They gathered in a corner and eyed the young candidate who seemed extremely normal. They would on occasion, also look at the handmaiden before murmuring in low voices.