THE SOARING DRAGONS

As the shimmering remnants of the hologram dissipated into the atmosphere, the crowd remained abuzz with anticipation. Two figures emerged from the shadows of the coliseum—a pair of officials draped in robes marked with intricate magical glyphs that glowed faintly. Their movements were calm and deliberate, exuding the aura of seasoned magic veterans.

The officials approached Vice Chancellor Reeves and his group first. One of them, a tall, stern-faced man with graying hair and piercing azure eyes, bowed slightly before speaking.

"Vice Chancellor Reeves, and esteemed representatives of the Pacesetters Academy," he said, his voice deep and authoritative. "We have been tasked with escorting you to your designated quarters for the duration of the convention."

Reeves offered a curt nod, his expression neutral but his sharp gaze appraising the officials. "We appreciate the courtesy. Lead the way."