The classroom grew tense and silent.
Aside from Madha, who stood tall beside his desk, and Revan, whose expression turned troubled at the front, no one dared to make a sound.
Even their breaths came out shallow, afraid to disturb the heavy air.
"You have a water-type Talent, same as Gara," Madha said, his tone calm yet cutting. "From the start, you always thought you were above him.
To you, a human whose Talent relies on quantity over quality could never stand on your level. But then, that human dared to go against you. Ever since that day, your judgment's been clouded..."
Revan said nothing. Deep down, he wanted to argue, but he couldn't. Because everything Madha said was true.
It felt as if Madha was reading straight into his heart, exposing the thoughts he was too ashamed to admit, even to himself.
