Everyone was waiting for the first class of Introduction to Supernatural Ethics & Law. As it was one of the compulsory courses, all the cadets of the primary term were present in the lecture theatre… the same hall where they had attended Professor Sylpha's class earlier.
The door creaked open, revealing a man framed in the doorway, his robe a deep scarlet that seemed to swallow the very light around him. A heavy silence swept over the green-robed cadets. They had expected a professor in indigo, not scarlet. And everyone knew what scarlet meant: the figure before them was a Judge. At once, the chatter in the theatre died, leaving only the weight of his presence.
His face was a mask of severe, impartial authority, etched with the lines of countless weighty decisions. The scarlet robe, tailored with unforgiving precision, seemed less like clothing and more like a verdict given physical form. It was the colour of finality, of consequences too grave for their everyday lessons.
