(Silvie's POV)
I stood in the shadows of the Royal Pavilion, my position as Lady-in-Waiting giving me a perfect vantage point. My [Mana Sense (S-Rank)] was humming, painting the gathering in a kaleidoscope of auras.
I did a final threat assessment.
Right now, Amaryllis and Lucien are seated front and center. Their combined mana signature was a mix of cold ice and heavy gravity.
Felicity was sitting with Valentine. Her [Divine Light] was dim, flickering with anxiety. Valentine's fire was agitated. They were off-balance.
I shifted my gaze to the student ranks.
Ivan was there, standing in the back row of the Class A formation. He stood tall, his ash-grey hair catching the sun, his expression bored. But I felt his gaze flick to me, a brief, cold pulse of [Rimefrost] acknowledgment. 'I'm here,' it said. 'I'm watching. Don't worry too much.'
