The Shadow Tower, Grand Lecture Hall, First Lesson.
Today marked the first magical course for the new batch of apprentices who had arrived in the Wizard World. In this novel and unfamiliar realm, the apprentices were brimming with curiosity about everything, arriving early to secure their seats in the lecture hall. The large classroom was packed to the brim.
After the bell tolled, the sound of footsteps echoed. Soon after, a middle-aged man clad in a cloak entered the classroom. His expression was stern, devoid of humor, and rigidly formal.
The chattering apprentices fell silent in unison, and the classroom was instantly enveloped in somber quiet.
The wizard raised his hand, and with a sudden "boom!", a flame ignited in his palm. This miraculous display caused an uproar in the classroom.
"Wow!"
"Magic, it's magic!"
The children's eyes widened in astonishment, their excitement for this new world growing even stronger.
