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As the clock struck 10 on the dot, the door to the room that served as Homeroom slid open as Reginald 'Reggie' Ullser, a 20-year-old African American sophomore and one of the top students in his Manifestation class, walked through the entrance.....with a strained wince marring his visage. As he walked toward his desk, one would think the mere act of just walking was causing him discomfort and, in a way, they would be right. What they didn't know is [i]why[/i] just walking seemed to cause him discomfort. The answer to that question was simple....as well as serving as a bit of a lesson in hindsight.

[color=a187be][i]To be fair, you did take up Cassandra's offer to workout with her yesterday.[/i][/color], echoed a soft female voice in Reggie's mind.

[color=00aeef][i]I know I did, but I didn't think it would get [b]that[/b] intense. In fact, I'm convinced that girl has a different definition of the word.[/i][/color], he mentally responded to his Servant, a Rider from the lands of ancient Greece where gods once thrived named Medusa, the legendary Gorgon monster. She was currently in her spirit form and merely following her Master as he gingerly took his seat, his aching muscles screaming in sore, agonizing protest. [color=00aeef][i]I'm no quitter, but my god, those planks at the end! The fact that she held on for 10 full minutes! I gave in at 5! The woman is insane![/i][/color]

[i]VRRRRRN....VRRRRRN[/i]

As he attempted to relax his aching body, Reggie reached inside his pocket and pulled out his smartphone. He just received a text.

[i][b] If you are reading this message, please gather at Assembly Hall 11 at 1700 hours. Please use the directions in this text to reach there. This meeting is MANDATORY. [/b][/i]

The young man's hazel eyes narrowed as he finished reading.

[color=a187be][i]The text seems serious.[/i][/color]

[color=00aeef][i]I agree. Last I checked, there was no 11th hall here in Chaldea. Not to mention my gut telling me some bad shit just went down. All in all, I'm willing to bet my Magic Crest that we've just been called up to bat.[/i][/color]

Putting his phone away, Reggie crossed his arms and leaned back against his chair, his mind deep in contemplation. Could this be it? Could the calamitous disaster that Bastion's vision foretold soon be upon them? So far, the sign was pointing to yes. Reggie turned to the classroom as the other students filed in, wondering who else got the fateful text.