The charged atmosphere of the Weapon Hall thickened as Hamiel, his voice rough with frustration, declared his challenge.
"So what? Don't be arrogant just because you identified some metals. Among these children, there are three special ones—each inscribed with runes.
If you manage to find even one, then I'll admit you might know something. And this test doesn't apply only to you—it's for all the students here. If—"
Before the dwarf could finish, "Hah!" Ashok exhaled sharply, his sigh cutting echoed thorough the hall.
"How pointless?" His words carried a tone of utter disappointment, and as his crimson eyes locked onto Hamiel, there was nothing but disdain in his expression.
The effect was immediate.
Mia's breath hitched slightly, her composed demeanor momentarily shaken by the sheer audacity of Adlet's tone.
Around the hall, students froze, their attention now wholly consumed by the confrontation.
