Gertrand was nominally an Emperor, but lately he was bogged down in administrative work. He had too many projects happening at once, and he was just approving things rather than being involved. He didn't have time for this tournament.
'I do think the rest of the Council is going to be shocked by my cadets, that will be worth seeing even if I don't have time,' he thought.
Indeed, he could hardly believe the performances of his cadets. They were accessing powers at a higher level, and rate, than his regular army candidates. Once these kids graduated, his army would be exceptionally more powerful.
'If we all live long enough for them to graduate from the Academy...'
The whole council thought they would have more time, but Gertand had seen first hand that their enemies had found them. It was only a matter of time before they came in numbers. If enough of those dark gods came, all of their preparations wouldn't be enough.
