Away from the structured calm of the academy corridors, into a dormitory that stood in stark contrast to the standard student quarters.
This was no ordinary room.
The space was vast and opulent, its interior designed with a refined blend of polished marble floors, gold-lined furnishings, and tall glass panels that revealed a sweeping view of the academy grounds below. Soft ambient mana lights glowed along the walls, casting a warm and controlled illumination that spoke of wealth, status, and influence.
At the center of the room—
A young man with neatly styled green hair knelt on one knee.
Cedric Beaumont.
His posture was rigid, his head slightly lowered as though standing upright itself would be inappropriate in this moment.
