"So be it," he growled, slamming his fist into his palm.
The ground beneath them trembled in response.
"Miyuki, let's crush their pathetic rebellion."
The contempt in Damien's voice was palpable as his massive form towered over Rivaleno's crumpled figure
The second-year's fingers tightened around Rivaleno's collar, lifting him slightly off the ground.
"You first-years never learn,"
Damien sneered, his voice carrying to every corner of the clearing.
"Your arrogance blinds you to reality. This isn't some classroom exercise where participation earns you points. This is—"
Damien abruptly stopped mid-sentence, his head jerking up. Something had changed in the atmosphere—a subtle shift in the air pressure, a whisper of movement where none should be. His instincts, honed through countless battles, screamed danger.
But the warning came too late.
