Cindralis stood like a goddess who had descended from her divine domain to grace the mortal world, carrying with her a fragment of higher wisdom.
Her presence alone radiated the majesty of the divine, and it seemed as though the boundaries between heaven and earth had momentarily blurred in that very hall.
Across the wide expanse of the hall, hearts began to falter in rhythm, each beat quickening and breaking out of sync. Students found themselves gripped by an overwhelming infatuation, as though some ethereal compulsion commanded them to adore her.
It was not mere admiration; it was reverence that bordered on worship. Her presence demanded affection, admiration, and awe, and none had the strength to resist.
