Everyone watched as the man stepped onto the field, his sharp gaze roaming over the faces of the students who stared back in silence. The gun he had held earlier was now gone, left behind on the balcony, and when he noticed the curious glances, he smiled faintly and shook his head.
"I am Sylas Mercer, your special trainer for this program," he introduced himself, his voice carrying easily across the field. The name alone was enough to stir murmurs through the crowd, but he ignored them and continued. "I'll be focusing on you according to your ranks. Thankfully, this training ground is large enough for multitasking."
"Ascendants, move to the sparring space. Regulars, grab the weapons that suit you. And Dregs…" His eyes shifted to the second-smallest group, his gaze softening a bit. "Step onto the track and start running laps."
