A glowing gasp rippled through the stands, a wave of awe and envy.
The noble boxes, perched high in their marble splendor, erupted in silent nods of approval, their gilded occupants exchanging glances that spoke of unshaken faith in Class A's reign.
Seraphina turned, her lips curling into a smirk sharp enough to draw blood, her silver hair catching the sunlight as she glided back to her platform.
The arena belonged to her, and she knew it.
After the uninfluenced performance of the remaining students of class A.
It was now turn for class B.
Kael of Class B strode forward next, his broad shoulders tense under his tailored robes, the fabric straining against his muscled frame.
His eyes narrowed against the swirling wind, his jaw set with determination to close the gap with Class A.
He raised his bead, his stance steady despite the chaotic gusts.
Snap.
The bead struck the second ring, clean and controlled. 8.
Snap. Another solid hit, same ring. 8.
