Far from the stronghold competition grounds, behind layers of security and surveillance, there existed a chamber rarely spoken of the Observation Hall of the Academy Council.
A massive holographic display flickered before them, showing every stronghold, every participant, every heartbeat.
At the center of the room sat a man with slick white hair, his uniform crisp, dignified. His posture was relaxed, but his presence weighed heavy. His right eye remained closed always. He is the headmaster Cole Sander.
He studied the hologram quietly for a long moment before speaking.
"As expected. Kael Valery doesn't enter a game without knowing if he will win or not.
To his right sat a woman in Federation robes, the blue of her uniform sharp under the white glow of data. A crystal brooch shimmered on her shoulder the mark of diplomatic rank.
Lisa Ansonveil. Young, precise. Dangerous in policy more than power.
