"The semester is not a sprint. But excellence, wherever it rises, demands acknowledgment. I expect you all to continue."
Galen's gaze swept once more across the room, lingering just long enough to ensure every pair of eyes had returned to focus. The congratulatory atmosphere had shifted again—subdued, polished, back into discipline.
He gave a faint nod, then continued.
"With that said, I have a few announcements regarding the upcoming schedule."
His tone shifted into something administrative, yet still firm—like the grip of a sword held just below the hilt.
"As you are all aware, the Sports Festival begins next week. Events will be held over a four-day period. Morning heats. Afternoon matches. Closing ceremonies at dusk."
Another pause. Small flickers of excitement passed through the room—subtle, but there.
