The Academy Graduation Ceremony was a grand affair, held in the largest hall of the institution. Banners bearing the academy's sigil hung from the towering walls, while the room buzzed with the voices of students, professors, and honored guests.
This was the final event—a moment for celebration, for recognition, and for the departing students to receive their hard-earned honors.
Valdris' Speech
At the podium stood Valdris, the Academy Head.
The aging yet imposing figure swept his gaze over the assembled students before speaking.
"Today, we witness not just the conclusion of your academic journey, but the beginning of something far greater. Each of you has forged your own path—through trial, through hardship, and through relentless determination. The academy exists to cultivate minds that will shape the future. Some of you will become scholars, others warriors, engineers, healers, and innovators. But know this—your learning does not end here. The world is vast, and the unknown waits for no one."
His deep voice echoed through the hall, drawing respectful silence from the crowd.
"You leave these halls not as students, but as individuals who carry the weight of knowledge. Use it well."
A round of applause followed, and as Valdris stepped back, the first awards were set to be distributed.
One by one, the Department Heads took to the stage to recognize outstanding students.
Alaric Vermund, Head of Material Studies
Alaric, a broad-shouldered man with silver streaks in his hair, stepped forward. His sharp gaze scanned the students before he began.
"Materials shape civilization. From the weapons we wield to the machines that drive progress, it is the foundation upon which all else is built. Some of you have demonstrated ingenuity beyond your years, pushing the boundaries of metallurgy, fabrication, and synthetic development."
He presented the award for Innovation in Synthetic Metallurgy, pausing slightly as he handed it to Kalem, his expression unreadable.
"Your work speaks for itself. Continue refining your craft."
Kalem simply nodded, taking the award with a neutral expression.
Sylvia Moreau, Head of Alchemy
Sylvia Moreau, a woman with piercing green eyes and an air of authority, took the stage next. She was known for her strict standards, yet she spoke with measured approval.
"Alchemy is both a science and an art. It requires control, precision, and a willingness to take risks. Some of you have displayed exceptional talent in volatile reaction synthesis, while others have developed practical, everyday solutions through refinement of base principles."
She turned to Lyra, handing her a scroll marked with the academy's insignia.
"You tread a dangerous path. But you do so with purpose. Use what you've learned wisely."
Lyra accepted the award, though her expression was unreadable—she had never sought recognition, but it was undeniable that her work had made an impact.
Vaelis Thornbloom, Beast Studies Representative
Vaelis, an elven woman draped in dark green robes, moved with effortless grace.
"The study of beasts is not merely about taming creatures or understanding their anatomy. It is about harmony, respect, and coexisting with the natural world. Some of you have demonstrated exceptional skill in forming bonds with creatures, studying their behavior, and applying that knowledge for the betterment of all."
She glanced toward Jhaeros, nodding approvingly.
"You have walked the path of the hunter, not as a taker of life, but as one who understands its balance. Continue walking it well."
Professor Gregor, Spellcraft Expert
A stocky, bearded dwarf with glinting eyes, Gregor grinned as he stepped forward.
"Spellcrafting ain't just about throwin' fireballs or makin' things float. It's about control, ingenuity, and application. Some of ye have proven yerselves damn well at it."
He handed out awards to spellweavers, enchanting specialists, and rune-crafters.
When he reached Kalem, he simply grinned.
"Ye ain't bad with that blade, but let's see if ye can keep surprising folks."
Madam Lysara, Head of Medical Studies
A tall, serene woman in flowing robes, Lysara spoke in a calm, measured tone.
"Medicine is more than healing wounds—it is about preserving life. It is about understanding the body, the mind, and the fragile balance that keeps them in harmony. To those of you who have dedicated yourselves to this path, you will find that the weight of your work never lessens—but neither does its importance."
She acknowledged the students who had excelled in medical alchemy, restoration magic, and advanced physiology.
Xel'thar, Head of Species Studies
The draconian professor, Xel'thar, was an imposing figure, his scaled skin catching the light as he spoke.
"The world does not belong to one species alone. To understand others is to understand the greater truths of civilization. Those of you who have walked this path have shown respect and curiosity—qualities that will serve you well."
He handed out commendations, his reptilian eyes lingering on Kalem for a moment before moving on.
Professor Baudric, History Chair
A thin man with a scholar's build, Baudric was passionate, expressive.
"History is the foundation of all knowledge. To understand the past is to grasp the future. Many dismiss it as mere record-keeping—but those of you who have studied well know that history is power. Power to learn, power to predict, and power to decide."
He awarded Garrick his History Totem, patting him on the shoulder.
As the final awards were given, the hall began to settle. But one more event remained.
From the side of the stage, a towering man stepped forward, his heavy boots echoing against the wooden floor.
Master Rourke—the Academy's combat instructor—had long been known for his unshakable demeanor, broad shoulders, and unwavering presence. His arms were crossed, and his expression held the faintest glimmer of amusement.
"As you all know," Rourke began, his deep voice carrying across the hall, "every year, during this ceremony, one of you gets the honor of fighting me in a bout."
The murmurs in the crowd intensified.
Everyone had heard of this tradition.
The best fighter in the graduating class—selected by the instructors—would face Master Rourke in a public duel.
It was a test, a spectacle, and, more often than not… a brutal defeat.
Rourke continued, "The instructors have made their decision. This year's opponent will be—"
The hall fell silent.
Then, the name rang out.
"Kalem."
A wave of murmurs swept through the hall.
Kalem remained still.
Eyes turned toward him. Some filled with excitement. Others with concern.
Master Rourke grinned.
"Let's see if you can handle it, lad."