The Aryan faction's head instructor, draped in a pristine white robe, carried the title of Imperial Wizard, a symbol of his power and influence in the organization.
With an air of authority, he led his group of acolytes into the arena, his voice cold and commanding as he addressed them.
"God has chosen you," he declared, his words sharp "Cleanse this academy of that filth and give them the lesson they deserve."
The statement hung in the air, laced with disdain, as it echoed through the arena. The half-blood acolytes felt a surge of irritation, their eyes narrowing at the brazen insult. Among them, Shinta couldn't help but find the entire situation amusing. A chuckle escaped her lips, cutting through the tension like a blade.
"This is hilarious," she said loudly, her voice dripping with mockery. "It's not like this is their first attempt, right?"
