'Hmm, I didn't get much opportunity to chat with her. Well, whatever, I have plenty of time ahead.' A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
As the chaos of the lecture hall slowly began to settle, Vice Dean Hargan had long since vanished like a storm passing over a battlefield—leaving hundreds of young hopeful students to pick up the pieces of their shattered resolve.
Students rose in uneven groups. Some stumbled toward the exits in a daze, others whispered curiously among themselves, while a few simply sat frozen in their chairs, as if someone had sucked the life out of them.
Meanwhile, at the front, Orion stood up with a casual stretch, arms above his head. "That was… fun."
Arya giggled, "You have a very strange definition of fun."
"Strange but accurate," Orion replied, letting his arms drop as he rolled his shoulders. "Finally got to learn how it works. That's what matters."
