Sera let the moment settle, a satisfied grin on her face as Cassian pushed himself up from the ground.
The class was silent, the weight of what they had just seen still lingering.
Lindarion exhaled quietly, arms crossed as he analyzed the match in his mind.
Luneth's fighting style was brutal in its efficiency.
No wasted movement. No unnecessary aggression.
Cassian?
He hesitated.
And in combat, hesitation meant defeat.
Sera Vallora clapped her hands again, snapping everyone's attention back to her.
"ALRIGHT! WHO'S NEXT?"
Her fiery gaze swept across the gathered students, lingering for a moment before her grin widened.
"YOU."
She pointed directly at Vivienne Valerian.
A fresh wave of murmurs rippled through the students.
Vivienne, who had been watching the previous fights with mild disinterest, slowly pushed herself off the wooden bench she had been sitting on.
She moved with ease, every motion precise—almost aristocratic in nature.
