Eight Stage?!
The Year-1 Lightning mages all streamed into their Thunder Wing hall, taking their seats on the mats that were arranged in a circular position. All thirty of the mats had someone on it, as not a single student was absent, even Orion had chosen to come over the Steel Wing.
At the forefront of the hall, Instructor Layla sat cross-legged in quiet cultivation. She remained unmoving, even as the students came in one after the other. It wasn't until the last student settled down that her eyes slowly open.
Sensing the room's completeness, she rose gracefully to her feet and a radiant smile lit up her face as she went to address her students. .
"Good morning, everyone," she began with a welcoming tone. "It's wonderful to see you all here so promptly. I'm genuinely impressed with your punctuality. Good job!"
They all responded with their greetings and bore proud expressions as they had impressed their teacher.