The Training Hall was vast, spacious enough to hold thousands. Its polished floor gleamed under the cold lights, and the air buzzed faintly with mana.
Across the hall, summoners gathered in clusters. Their uniforms and aura suggested clear divisions through summomer rank-based, most likely.
"Hey, newbie! You, come here!"
A commanding voice rang out.
Igaris turned toward its source. It was the silver-armored woman from earlier—Marina, if he recalled correctly.
Without a word, he walked forward, stopping beside her. Before him stood dozens of unfamiliar faces, all watching with thinly veiled curiosity.
"This is Igaris, a new recruit, just like the rest of you," Marina introduced him briskly.
A moment of silence.
Then—
"Huh!"
"Isn't that Igor?!"
Voices erupted from the back row.
"Wait… that is him, right?"
"How did he make it here too?"
The murmurs spread like wildfire, faces twisting in disbelief and suspicion.
