"Drop your rifles," Professor Wu said coolly, his voice carrying with effortless authority across the field. "Switch to long-distance elemental attacks. Stop them from reaching the top."
There was a beat of stunned silence, then rifles clattered to the ground like hail.
Immediately, chants and mana incantations filled the air as six hundred second and third year students began to draw on their elements, hands glowing with fire, water, lightning, and all the deadly forces they had mastered over the years.
It might've seemed absurd.
Unfair, even.
Six hundred trained, combat-hardened seniors, unleashing everything they had… against a single first year.
But then again, what kind of school would Pearl Institute be if one terrifying junior could not be stopped even by six hundred seniors?
