A few minutes blurred by as each of the students received their card along with the same booklet Asher had been given. The process was monotonous, yet necessary. Each facilitator repeated the exact same words to every single student without the slightest deviation, as though they were mechanical constructs bound to a script, incapable of improvising or altering a single syllable.
Their tone was calm, professional, and uniform, further strengthening the impression that they were less people and more like precise instruments of the Academy.
Eventually, all the first-years obtained their cards and booklets. Asher, never one to linger unnecessarily over such things, casually tossed his booklet into his system space with little thought, treating it as nothing more than another tool to be examined later.
