Lila's average matched Joren's: 4.3.
Class C's platform buzzed with disbelief, some students exchanging uneasy glances, others muttering under their breath.
Their smug veneer was cracking, exposed by the storm's unforgiving truth.
Veyra, a skinny girl with stringy hair, stepped up next, wiping sweat from her brow.
Her hands shook as she aimed, her spells faltering in the wind's grip.
Snap. Fourth ring, a lucky hit. 5.
Thud. Fifth ring, barely clinging. 2.
Clatter. The final bead veered wildly, vanishing into a warded trench with a pathetic spark. 0.
Class C's section sighed, a few even laughing bitterly at their own.
Their pride was unraveling, and the arena saw it all.
From Class D's rickety corner, Eva leaned forward, her dark blue hair plastered to her damp cheeks, pink streaks glowing under the arena's light.
Her knit top clung to her full chest, soaked and sticky, outlining every curve as she grinned.
