Ronan stood near the back of the main hall the next morning, watching the nervous energy hum through the crowd.
The freshmen filled the massive space, scattered in groups. They were still grouped around their assigned classes for the war for the most part.
Ronan sensed the unease in the room pretty much instantly. Students whispered to each other, shifted their weight, glanced toward the raised platform where Headmaster Rubin would soon appear.
They knew something was coming.
The Inter-Class War results would be announced today, and everyone understood that meant more than declaring Class S the victor.
Class rankings would shift.
Students would move up or down based on performance.
Resources, instructors, facilities — everything tied to those rankings.
Ronan had read enough Academy documentation to know what happened after major evaluations like this.
