Chapter 92: Intensity
The grand palace, towering over the Bloodrose Academy, was reserved for only the highest figures of authority. Seated upon the royal balcony, overlooking the vast academy grounds, sat King Aramir himself, his piercing red eyes scanning the hundreds of students below.
Beside him, his two sons, Damion and James Murderthrone watched with a mix of boredom and anticipation. Damion, draped in his long red cloak, leaned forward slightly, while James, the more carefree of the two, adjusted the golden ornaments on his coat, eyes lazily drifting across the arena.
At the King's right hand stood Cassius Ceresy, Sanatria's strongest soldier and one of the only three Purple Neba users on the continent. He remained still and ever-watchful, his presence alone suffocating, a reminder of his absolute power.
One chair remained empty.
In front of them, Ramires, the esteemed director of the academy, took a step forward onto the platform, his voice booming across the academy grounds.
"Welcome to the first test!" His words echoed, silencing the crowd instantly.
"Strength and power! What will the new Nebas show us today? Surprise us, and earn your place in the world's greatest academy!"
The students roared in response, excitement and anxiety crackling in the air like static.
Then, he paused.
His expression grew more serious as he continued, his voice lower but carrying weight.
"Now... before we begin, let me address the most important matter of the day."