Imperial Mystic College did not do things halfway. The Orientation Exchange was not a classroom event or a departmental skirmish.
It was a full-blown spectacle.
As he approached the school gates, people were lined up on the outside, selling tickets to a line that must've stretched all the way down to his apartment.
Maybe that was how they justified increasing funding for the winner.
The main entrance was clogged with spectators, so Aren veered off toward a side path. Only participants were allowed beyond this point, and they took security very seriously.
He had to go through at least 3 different scanners to make sure he hadn't hidden any illegal weapons or brought in any other items.
Aren followed the marked signs toward the Lightning Department's preparation wing. The corridor eventually opened into a circular staging room lined with a few lockers and benches.
The cocky boy stood near one of the lockers, pulling on a sleek, form-fitted combat suit.
