A hush fell over the crowd as the grand doors at the back of the stage opened and Chancellor Lasson emerged, flanked by his entourage of high-ranking officials and senior professors.
Their presence was commanding, robes of midnight blue and ivory flowing over their regulation uniforms, medals gleaming, expressions solemn. They moved with the gravity of tradition, each step echoing with the weight of legacy.
As they reached the stage, the ethereal strains of Virelia's Anthem began to play. The melody was haunting and proud, a song that had been sung for generations.
The entire courtyard filled with voices of cadets, graduates, professors, and guests alike singing in unison. The sound swelled, reverberating through the marble columns and into the sky, a chorus of loyalty and promise.
When the final note faded, the Chancellor and his entourage took their seats, and the ceremony officially began.
