After Ragna finished his calm introduction, stepping back to stand beside the Dire, the hall remained perfectly still.
The Dire's voice carried again through the hall, deep and resonant.
"And as you all know," he said, his hands clasped behind his back, "the MIARCH DAY draws near once again... the day when the great schools of the realm and every hierarchy under them gather. A day of proving."
A faint murmur rippled through the hall before quiet returned, every pair of eyes locked forward.
"This is not just another ceremonial gathering," the Dire went on, tone sharpening. "This is the day when every great school, every hierarchy, and every noble house will send forth their chosen. It is where strength is proven, not only for glory but for the standing of your Nexus, for the pride of the house you represent and for the grade each one holds 'VENUX."
Eran's arms folded across his chest as the words sank in. Miarch Day.
Of all times for a new rival to be brought here…
