Looking down at the crystal talisman in his hand that pulsed with mana, Silas closed his eyes and felt the energy within.
"Group number 32." Silas nodded to himself and looked around. He also had the names of everyone in his group and their capabilities to a certain extent. It told him whether they were a mage or a warrior, an alchemist, a blacksmith, etcetera. It told him everyone's elements but seemed to leave out the level of everyone's power as if it knew that not stating it would create problems between teammates.
'Bastards…' Silas sneered to himself before looking around himself with a light stare. He also had a description of everyone, and if that wasn't enough, all the students were seemingly shouting their group number, allowing people to gather into their groups with only a little difficulty.
However, there was one person he recognized due to their image being shown when he channeled his mana into the talisman.