Gathering

More than a thousand young Originals were gathered in front of a large podium. 

Everyone looked up to the podium, where they could see more than a dozen Instructors followed by a middle-aged man with brown hair, broad shoulders, and a fierce expression, who was standing in front of them.

Dominance radiated from his body language and eyes, preventing anyone from looking straight into the Commander's eyes, while his aura was even stronger, and was weighing down on the shoulders of the young Originals.

The weakest Originals were unable to move, and could barely exert their entire strength and willpower to prevent collapsing on the ground.

Desperation could be seen in their faces but nobody did anything to help them, even if the participants around the affected Originals noticed their struggle.