Further inside are the official Wizards of the various schools.
Their expressions are grave, and many have tears brimming in their eyes.
Because they understand what this lesson signifies.
In the most central position stood a few Dark Sun Level beings, rarely seen in public.
They restrained their usual intimidating aura, like the most ordinary students, quietly awaiting.
Everyone wore the same expression on their faces:
Solemnity, reluctance, and deep sorrow for the impending loss of a giant.
Amid the crowd, familiar faces sketched out the glorious and lengthy life of Professor Yutel.
Hayek stood in the first row, the once calm and wise deputy dean of the Black Mist School.
He clasped his hands behind his back, his knuckles white from exertion.
Salamanda stood at the very front with his student Edwin.
The usually fiery Flame Giant was as quiet as a statue at this moment.
