The air inside the F-Class combat hall buzzed with anticipation. The floor shimmered with the polished gleam of polished tiles and high-tech padding, the walls embedded with energy-absorbing panels to accommodate the raw strength of even the most unstable students. Today was a test fight class, a staple of the superhero training regime. But for many, especially the girls, today was something far more special—Elius was here.
The moment he entered the room, a hush fell like a soft veil over the gathered students—only to be torn away in an explosion of squeals and shrieks.
"He's here!"
"Look at his hair—it's like gold spun from the heavens!"
"No way, is he wearing a civilian shirt and still looking that perfect?"
"He's walking like a prince! A real one!"
Girls rushed across the polished floors like waves crashing toward a divine shore. Their eyes sparkled with infatuation, some teetering on the edge of hysteria, hands clutched to their chests as if containing a wild animal.
