Creation Of All Things-Chapter 29: Evaluation

The office was massive—dark wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with ancient books and records. A grand desk sat at the center, with a wide window behind it overlooking the academy grounds. Everything about the room screamed power and prestige, but right now, the tension inside was suffocating.

Dean Elias Wren sat at his desk, maintaining a composed expression despite the invisible weight pressing down on him. Across from him sat Tatia, arms crossed, completely at ease, while Gloria leaned against the wall, looking amused.

Aria, Alfred, and Adam stood nearby, quietly taking in their surroundings.

A few faculty members stood off to the side, waiting, but no one dared to speak first.

Then Tatia exhaled softly. "Alright, let's get to the point."

Dean Wren straightened, nodding. "Of course. We'll need to discuss accommodations, resources, and their integration into the academy." His gaze flickered toward Aria and Alfred. "They will, of course, be provided with the best dormitory arrangements—"

"They're not staying in the dorms." Tatia's voice was casual, but there was no room for discussion.

The dean hesitated. "I understand that, but all students are required to—"

Tatia leaned forward slightly, resting an elbow on the armrest of her chair. "I don't give a damn about the rules, Wren."

Silence.

The dean swallowed hard. The teachers in the room visibly stiffened.

"My grandkids will have whatever they need. Their safety is your top priority." Tatia's eyes locked onto the dean's. "Do I make myself clear?"

Dean Wren felt a chill run down his spine. He nodded. "Crystal clear."

Tatia leaned back, satisfied.

Gloria chuckled from the side. "Damn, that was fast."

Aria and Alfred exchanged glances. They hadn't even said a word, and their accommodations were already being handled at a level beyond what any student could hope for.

Dean Wren cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Very well. I will ensure they are provided with private living arrangements within the academy grounds."

He turned to Aria and Alfred. "You will still be required to follow academic guidelines, attend classes, and train. That much cannot be compromised."

Aria nodded. "That's fine."

Alfred shrugged. "As long as no one annoys me, I'm good."

The dean then turned his gaze toward Adam. "And you? You're not enrolling, but will you be staying?"

Adam smirked. "Nope. I'm not staying, I have things to do."

Wren frowned slightly but didn't question it. Something about Adam unsettled him. He wasn't sure if it was the way the boy carried himself or the unreadable look in his eyes, but it was enough to put him on edge.

Instead, he moved on. "There is one final step before their enrollment is complete."

Tatia raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"

The dean clasped his hands together. "All new students must go through an evaluation."

Aria's eyes narrowed slightly. "Evaluation?"

Dean Wren nodded. "We need to check your abilities, your rank, and most importantly—" He paused, a small smirk forming on his face. "You'll need to spar against other students."

Alfred's eyes lit up. "Oh? Now that sounds fun."

Aria frowned. "Is this really necessary?"

Dean Wren met her gaze. "You may be the grandchildren of the president, but at Westward Academy, power is what truly speaks. Your classmates will need to see where you stand."

A quiet hum of anticipation filled the room.

Then, Gloria laughed.

"Oh, this is going to be good."

The group stepped out of the office, making their way through the academy's massive halls. The tension from earlier had settled, but an unspoken energy still lingered in the air.

As they reached the training grounds, the scenery shifted. What looked like a standard campus courtyard opened into a sprawling, high-tech battlefield. Towering walls lined with observation platforms surrounded the area, and reinforced sparring rings stretched out in every direction. Some were traditional arenas with stone flooring, while others were sleek metallic surfaces designed for ability users.

Beyond the rings, specialized training equipment filled the space—gravity chambers, strength-testing pillars, and even moving target drones floating in midair. A separate section housed the academy's sports teams, where students in athletic gear sprinted across the field, practicing with a speed and power that far surpassed normal humans.

Alfred's eyes widened. He could feel his heartbeat quicken as he took everything in.

"Holy shit," he muttered, practically pressing his face against the glass railing that overlooked the field. His fingers twitched with excitement. "This place is insane!"

Aria gave a low whistle, equally impressed, though she didn't voice it as loudly as her brother.

Adam, as usual, just glanced around with his hands in his pockets, but even he had to admit—the scale of this place was something else.

Alfred turned to the dean, practically bouncing on his feet. "Can we use this place anytime?!"

Dean Wren gave a small nod. "Students have designated training hours, but yes, you'll have access. Of course, only if you prove yourselves worthy of it."

Alfred grinned. "Oh, don't worry about that."

Tatia, who had been silent so far, let out a small chuckle. "You're going to have a hard time keeping this one out of the training grounds, Wren."

The dean sighed but didn't argue. "Come. Let's move on."

They left the training grounds, walking through another set of reinforced doors into a sleek, modern-looking facility. The walls pulsed faintly with blue energy lines, and the air felt charged, almost alive.

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At the center of the room stood a massive evaluation machine—if it could even be called that. It was a towering structure, almost reaching the ceiling, with multiple layers of scanning devices, reinforced plates, and an interface that flickered with rows of cryptic data. Thick cables ran along the floor, feeding power into the machine like veins into a heart.

A smaller platform stood before it, likely where students would step for their assessment. To the side, a secondary device looked like a combat testing unit—equipped with shifting dummies, force measurement sensors, and even what appeared to be a miniature holographic battlefield.

"Alright," the dean said, turning to face them. "This is where we finalize your registration. First, we scan your abilities and ranks, then you'll have a sparring match to determine your placement."

Alfred's grin only widened. "Now we're talking."