"Great, now that everyone's back, we can finally get a move on," Magnus said sternly before handing each of them a paper bag. "Don't complain about it. The moment you go through the portals, some of you might want to vomit."
Neraxis flinched at those words before neatly pocketing the paper bag.
After all, he was one of those people.
Nonetheless, all twenty of them were gathered in the classroom, and after being given the basic street etiquette rundown, they were ready to go.
Magnus led them outside the academy, where a massive armored limousine awaited them.
This is a bit fancy...? Neraxis thought, and just like before, Magnus seemingly read his mind.
"Some of you might think it's too fancy. However, it might not even be enough," Magnus said before adding, "All of you will be paraded as the pride of our city, Argon. The academy's name will also be put into play, so if we took you in shabby cars, everyone would look down on us."
