The Briefing [1]

Varian and Sarah entered the banquet hall. Along the way, he glanced at Sarah from time to time, inciting her resentful glares.

The tables were rearranged and there were only sixteen huge round tables in the hall.

Two for each planet. Black and White.

The cadets of a planet sat across the white table.

The seniors, the ones who already graduated sat across the black table.

Of course, they were all in peak level 6. If they reached level 7, they'd be in the other hall.

Varian sat to the right of Sarah and left of Williamson.

And when he did, the aroma of the appetizers on the table assaulted his senses.

There were special meat dishes from Level 7 Magic Beasts, some of the finest alcohol, and masterful dishes cooked by spirit chefs.

For a low awakener, just a single meal here was equivalent to a month's practice.

Varian tasted a few before shaking his head in disappointment. He now had mixed feelings towards Anna.