Settling Into Academy

The principal's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Cruzer as if searching for any sign of weakness. When he found none, he waved his hand dismissively.

"You're free to go," he said sharply. "Make your way in this academy, if you can. Just remember, no one here will hold your hand."

Without waiting for a response, the principal turned his attention to the stern-looking assistant who stood silently by the door.

"Ensure he gets decent accommodations in the dormitory. Make sure the guards know."

The assistant, a woman with a severe expression and a no-nonsense demeanor, nodded curtly.

"Yes, Principal." She then turned to Cruzer, her voice clipped and professional. "Follow me."

Cruzer gave the principal a final nod before following the assistant out of the office. The door closed behind them, sealing the principal in the solitude of his dimly lit domain.