Eerie silence filled the room, the gazes of the masters settled on him as if he were some lunatic. His lips twitched at the unsettling gazes he was receiving before his eyes settled on the headmistress. Contrary to the others, she offered him a warm smile that lighted up his confidence.
Maybe he had something to do. He closed his eyes and focused on the elements in the dark. He could try what he had failed to do yesterday right now. The elements gradually appeared like tiny dots in his subpar, evenly distributed. Each had a different glow but the red one shone brightly compared to the rest.
He concentrated on the red particle, and it grew bigger casting a red halo in the dark vortex. A weapon! He imagined of a sword and outstretched his hand, a volcanic like heat coursing through his veins. He felt as if his blood was on fire, a greater sensation settling in his hand before a flaming sword materialized in his hand.
