OF ROBES AND RIBBONS(3)
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE A solemn bell chimed, echoing three times, each tone deeper than the last. Then, Chancellor Frostborn stepped forward, he lifted a hand, and the restless hush of the amphitheater stilled into silence. “First-year students of the University of Antares,” he called, his voice carrying with calm authority, “rise.” The amphitheater stirred. Row by row, students rose to their feet. From above, it looked like a tide swelling upward, a sea of new beginnings. Elina’s gaze flicked toward the great silver Seadrake crest above the stage, her lips parting in awe. Annalise leaned toward Monica and whispered, barely audible, “This is real, right?” Monica only smiled, blinking fast to keep tears from spilling. The Chancellor raised his right hand. “Repeat after me.” And the oath be
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