Right Wing Building

With Melody's closing speech echoing in their ears, she and Candal walked purposefully to their designated positions.

The old man, Wellstone, chuckled softly as he received a parchment from the guidekeeper.

"Let's get started," Wellstone announced, his voice a blend of authority and warmth.

He began reading the names of the pupils, one by one, off the parchment.

The hourglass, filled with shimmering sand, silently counted down, giving them only fifteen precious minutes to absorb the list and make their decisions.

Each pupil pondered which Arc Magis they wished to study under.

Takeuchi watched his fellow pupils with keen interest, recalling his days in Arkala village.

He knew he wanted to continue his studies in herbalism and swordsmanship with a new interest in magic lessons.

He decided to let fate decide the rest.

When it was his turn, Takeuchi stepped forward, his heart racing.