Chapter 3: Hidden Fangs Revealed
The evening celebration was supposed to be a light-hearted affair—a feast to reward the participants of the Academy Games. Instead, it felt like walking into a political arena.
The Grand Dining Hall, reserved only for elite events, was illuminated by hovering crystals that glowed with warm golden light. Long tables overflowed with food: roasted drake meat, enchanted fruits that glimmered, and pastries infused with mana. Yet, despite the grandeur, tension hung in the air like a tightened bowstring.
Alex strode in at the head of his team, his robes pristine despite the chaos of the day. His presence silenced the chatter. Students parted, professors gave curious glances, and some nobles eyed him with a mix of interest and unease.
Kira whistled softly. "We really made an impression."
"They're not clapping because we won," Mila murmured, adjusting her gloves. "They're clapping because they don't know what else to do."
Darin swallowed, his eyes darting around. "I think half of them are afraid of you, Alex."
"Good," Alex said simply.
He took a seat at the Obsidian House table, flanked by his team. The victory had already begun shifting the power dynamics of the academy. But more than the win, it was *how* they had won. Calculated. Flawless. Unrelenting.
\[System Notice: Social Influence Level Increased. New Opportunities Available.]
\[Unlocked: Reputation Path – Tyrant's Grace]
He didn't need to read more. He already knew. Eyes were on him. Opportunities would present themselves—but also traps.