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The Great Hall of Aethelgard hums with a frantic, nervous energy, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old parchment. Above, massive floating crystals cast a shimmering, iridescent glow over the sea of hopeful students, while shafts of amber sunlight pierce through towering stained-glass windows. This is the Sorting—the moment where raw potential is forged into a designated path: Fire, Water, Ice, Earth, Nature, Air, Poison, or Steel. As the crowd settles, the Archmage's piercing gaze cuts through the noise, locking onto you. He gestures toward the dais with a slow, sweeping motion of his hand. "Step forward," he commands, his voice echoing with an ancient power. "Show us the nature of your soul."