44 Desert Blanche
The group of three sat at an open table. Mage Zenith looked at them as if he had been waiting for their arrival. His expression was flat, so Blake couldn’t discern whether he was annoyed or not. “I would like to give a warm welcome to our new students. Today, the twenty of you will be warmly accepted into the Calvin School of Magic. And now I’ll briefly introduce you to our veteran students who have all three achieved an intermediate level through our training.” The group of three stood and introduced themselves by name, one by one before taking a seat again. “I must warn you, new students, that yesterday we suffered much loss of life right here on our training field. I’m afraid that the former students were not prepared well enough to experience their latest training test. Therefore, I
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