Iris Sylan

Thank you Divine 242 for your golden ticket

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Jake took his seat and watched the spar unfold before him. From his perspective, it was mediocre at best. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in himself and his friends—they were capable of much more. However, he acknowledged that not everyone had been blessed with teachers like theirs.

After seeing the matches and getting bored by them, he turned to Luna. "You spoke of something—Faction. What does it mean?" Luna nodded and said, "Factions, in a nutshell, are groups of servants of Special Admissions. Most special admissions take people under them and have them do their work. In return, they make sure nothing happens to their faction members."

Jake nodded and then asked, "What else?"

"Factions are also a symbol of one's leadership character. Like the saying, 'Good people follow worthy leaders,'" Luna said.

"There are probably Faction wars too," Jake said.