The day had finally arrived.
The grand auditorium of Zenith Academy buzzed with anticipation, its marble floors echoing the footsteps of countless first-year cadets as they poured into the massive hall.
Polished crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm glow over the red velvet seats arranged in precise rows. Holographic banners of the academy's crest—a majestic phoenix engulfed in gold and azure flames—danced in the air.
Excited chatter and hushed whispers filled the space as a sea of first-year students settled into their seats, all proudly adorned in their brand-new uniforms.
The boys wore black blazers with crimson linings, silver buttons running down the front, and white slacks that contrasted sharply with the deep hues. Each had a silver insignia of the Zenith Phoenix stitched proudly over the heart.
