The moment he stepped inside, he found himself in a massive hall—so enormous it contained the crowd with room to spare. The architecture was impressive, with soaring ceilings and gleaming surfaces that spoke of the academy's wealth and prestige.
"HEAD FOR YOUR PREDESIGNATED POSTS!" a voice boomed across the hall.
Asher looked around, taking in the organized chaos of students moving in various directions. "Now, where is post 103?" he wondered aloud, beginning to walk deeper into the hall.
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"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!"
Asher, who had been casually searching for his assigned post, suddenly found himself grabbed by the collar and slammed into a hidden corner of the hallway. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs and sent his head spinning.
