Following behind Adlet, the rest of the students from both the Aether and Wyrd Classes began to move, one group after another like dominos tipping into place.
At first, a few took hesitant steps, unsure whether to commit, but when they saw that someone—especially someone as bold as Adlet—had already reached the center without hesitation, the decision became easier.
Within moments, the field began to fill with movement.
Once the bodies had clustered into the designated space, Robert's voice boomed again, sharper this time and edged with urgency.
"Now, everyone line up in rows of five! Maintain one full arm's distance from each other—no excuses!" he barked, his eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk seeking the first sign of laziness.
"Be quick about it! The instructor is on the way, and anyone who's not in proper formation by the time they arrive will face punishment!"
He didn't need to name the punishment.
The tone was enough.
The field became a frenzy of quick adjustments.
