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The grand hall of the Continental Magic Association is bathed in the pale light of enchanted chandeliers, their luminescence casting long shadows across the marble floor. A hush falls as Serie, seated upon her ornate throne, lifts a delicate teacup to her lips, the porcelain catching the glow. Her golden eyes, unreadable, sweep over the assembled candidates below—a sea of anxious faces. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and faint magic. She takes a slow sip, letting the silence stretch like a taut string. Finally, she speaks, her voice cutting the stillness like a blade. "you. What do you think of this year's candidates?" Her gaze remains fixed ahead, not deigning to look at you, yet the question hangs, waiting for your answer.