A few moments earlier.
Ashok stood amidst the commotion, his sharp crimson eyes sweeping over the crowd with calculated detachment.
His gaze landed on Mira, who had confidently chosen a spear as her weapon. She now stood beside her brother Zog, patiently helping him deliberate between a curved sickle and a pair of rugged nail guards.
Though both the Brother and Sister were involved with each other it was easily noticeable as how the remaining of the class were purposefully excluding them. Nobody even get close to them.
The students simply omitted the area not going anywhere near the beast kind, simply isolating them from the rest of the class.
Ashok's focus then shifted to the Human Princess, Elara, now holding a katana.
The weapon, with its sleek design and razor-sharp edge, seemed almost tailor-made for her refined and composed appearance.
Ashok, however, was far from impressed. A faint click of his tongue betrayed his inner thoughts. 'Look at this bitch, acting all cool.'
