After that dungeon event, the next week's lecture went by in the usual rhythm.
Over the course of the first two weeks of January, the Academy had successfully transformed the majority of the first-year scholars into something that could be considered Velthia students.
This was accomplished in a relatively short period of time.
A few lectures had been taught, and the tight framework of mandatory subjects had begun to wrap around them.
Some adapted immediately, while others took longer.
In any case, they had fallen into the semester's rhythm. And now they were all imprisoned in the vast lecture hall, like livestock confined in a quiet place.
The space was enormous, almost erratically so. Tiered rows soaring in concentric arcs, tall enough to seat four hundred first-year students without ever feeling crowded.
Ruvian sat near the edge, third row from the back, back straight and expression relaxed.
Not many knew what this gathering was about.
