Ery's steps echoed softly against the stone floors as he made his way into the eting chamber beneath the central mountain. The dim illumination provided by the ethereal glow of the moss on the ceilings cast an otherworldly ambiance over the space, shrouding it in an almost mystical aura.
As he entered, Ery's eyes widened in awe at the grandeur of the chamber. It resembled a miniature half-colosseum, its architecture both impressive and imposing. A central stage dominated the ground level, surrounded by tiered seating that stretched upwards towards the cavernous ceiling. Even in its dimly lit state, Ery could discern the capacity to hold hundreds of individuals, a testant to the scale of the gathering.
The chamber buzzed with energy, the air thick with anticipation as over fifty magus congregated within its confines. Ery's senses tingled with the faint echoes of their spirit readings, allowing him to discern the formidable presence of a few grand magus among them. Though their faces remained hidden in the shadows, their aura spoke volus of their power and prestige.
Before Ery could fully grasp the magnitude of the gathering, the voice of the deputy headmaster cut through the murmurs, drawing his attention to the central stage.
"This is Instructor Ery, the final addition to our inner halls this year."
Ery stood at attention, acutely aware of the tension that perated the chamber. The announcent of the inner instructor selections had stirred a palpable unease among the assembled magus. So appeared surprised, while others seed openly displeased by the news. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and Ery couldn't shake the feeling that his presence had disrupted the delicate equilibrium of the gathering.
One magus, identified as Servian, stepped forward with a mixture of apprehension and defiance evident in his deanor. His question hung in the air like a challenge, directed squarely at the deputy headmaster.
"Deputy Headmaster, my deepest apologies, but could you please enlighten us about the new instructor's credentials?" Servian's voice quivered slightly, betraying the tumult of emotions roiling within him. Yet, his words found an echo of support among his peers, emboldening him to press the issue further.
What surprised Ery was Grand Magus Aurora's silence on the matter. She only turned a glance at Ery, letting him answer the question.
Ery couldn't help but heave a sigh. It took him only a second to realize that the Grand Magus had just thrown him to the wolves. These 50 magus instructors gathered in front of him would be his first colleagues or potential rivals, depending entirely on how he navigated this precarious situation.
Magus Urix's prior briefings flashed through Ery's mind, providing a glimr of insight into the complexities of academy politics. As the first instructor to hail purely from the lower realm, Ery understood that his presence would inevitably stir controversy. While there were others with similar origins, they had long since been assimilated into larger factions, just like his late Senior Izta.
The exponential increase in lower realm acolytes enrolled in the academy only served to increase tensions, making Ery's status as a lower realm instructor a point of contention among his peers.
As he pondered his next move, Ery knew that he needed to tread carefully, balancing diplomacy with assertiveness. The deputy instructor's silence spoke volus, a tacit challenge for Ery to prove himself worthy of his newfound position.
"Now, how should I handle this situation?" Ery murmured to himself.
Five years ago, he would have relied solely on his physical prowess to assert his dominance, confident in his ability to vanquish any challenger with sheer strength alone. Even now, he was confident that his formidable abilities could likely best half of the individuals in the room without breaking a sweat.
Yet, as he glanced around at the expectant faces before him, Ery recognized that brute force was not the solution to the delicate situation at hand. He sensed the undercurrent of tension that perated the chamber, aware that so among his peers harbored ulterior motives, hoping to goad him into a confrontation that would only serve to further complicate matters.
Stepping forward with quiet confidence, Ery addressed the assembly in a tone that was both polite and assured.
"Dear instructors," he began, his voice carrying a note of sincerity, "allow to introduce myself and provide clarity regarding my credentials."
With a steady gaze, Ery proceeded to reveal the humble origins of his background, recounting his upbringing in the lower realm and the establishnt of his grade 1 faction less than two decades ago. He spoke with humility, acknowledging the challenges he had faced along the way and the lessons he had learned through perseverance and determination.
"Truthfully, I have no teaching background, but I have so knowledge as a graduate of the Magus Academy myself."
To add further rit, he disclosed his participation in the last class of the old academy, highlighting his success in winning multiple gas and securing third place in the Magus tournant. He believed that these successful experiences could be valuable assets that he could share with the new acolytes.
To Ery's surprise, the older instructor standing next to him, nad Reindhart, stepped forward to vouch for him. "Yes, everything Instructor Ery said is true," he affird, turning to Ery with a smile. "I witnessed all your gas and the tournant from the sidelines. It was truly remarkable. The academy is fortunate to have you as one of its instructors."
Ery quickly realized that Reindhart was likely prepared by the deputy instructor to support him. As an oracle, she likely foresaw the potential resistance he might face and orchestrated Reindhart's intervention accordingly.
The words of the seasoned magus elicited nods of acknowledgnt from the assembled instructors, and Ery couldn't help but conceal a small smile as he sensed a shift in their deanor.
He sensed that so of them were beginning to connect the dots, recognizing him as the enigmatic figure known by his old nickna, "the savage acolyte." It was a reputation forged through daring exploits and fearless determination—a past contribution that had undoubtedly left its mark on the annals of the academy's history.
Though Ery had no intention of delving into the details of his past adventures, he knew that his reputation preceded him. From infiltrating an elf planet to escaping the clutches of demons and achieving top ranks in celestial expeditions, his exploits had beco the stuff of legend among the magus community. And while he could have easily flaunted his dals of distinguished valor as a testant to his prowess, he chose instead to reveal a different aspect of himself.
"I dare to apply for this prestigious position based on my expertise in apothecary, I have had the privilege of eting with Master Gethel, and she has graciously agreed to allow to teach so of her classes."
The significance of Ery's words did not escape the magus instructors. They were well aware of Master Gethel's exacting standards, and the fact that she had entrusted Ery with teaching responsibilities spoke volus about his competence and skill. The ntion of Ery's apothecary skills sparked a flurry of murmurs among the magus instructors, their minds abuzz with speculation and newfound respect.
"Could he be a master apothecary..." one whispered in hushed tones, while another nodded thoughtfully. "This ans he indeed has so unique value to the academy, even if he is only half-moon,"
As the realization dawned that Ery possessed genuine rit beyond his background, the atmosphere in the chamber shifted perceptibly. More heads nodded in agreent and the general tension that had lingered dissipated, replaced by a sense of curiosity and acceptance.
However, Ery knew there were undoubtedly those among his colleagues who harbored deep-seated prejudices against him due to his humble background. Ery had anticipated this resistance, recognizing that so individuals would never be swayed just by reputation.
He suspected that certain factions, such as the Kronos or Nephilim, may even have dispatched agents with specific agendas to undermine him.
Hence, to fully dispel any lingering doubts and foster a sense of camaraderie, he added, "If there is anyone who still needs convincing, please feel free to co forward. I genuinely hope to get to know you better."
It was a subtle but firm invitation, a gentle challenge extended to those who remained skeptical of his capabilities. Ery turned his gaze towards the deputy headmaster, seeking her silent approval. With a slight nod of her head, he knew he had her blessing to proceed.
As several magus stepped forward and descended to the center floor, Ery remained composed, his deanor unwavering in the face of their scrutiny.
Among them was Magus Servian, the sa individual who had voiced his doubts earlier. Ery made a ntal note to learn more about each of them later, but for now, a demonstration of his abilities seed necessary to quell any lingering skepticism.
With a calm yet confident tone, Ery addressed the group before him.
"I believe all of you are here wishing to test my capability?"
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