"This attack. It would obliterate any of you below rank 200. Even cadets ranked higher would struggle to resist it."
The room remained heavy with silence as Eleanor's words hung in the air, the paused image of Ethan's devastating lightning strike still displayed on the screen. The students shifted uneasily in their seats, the weight of the demonstration pressing against them.
Though many had raised their voices in complaint moments earlier, the reminder of Ethan's performance in that duel forced them to reconsider. The sheer power and scale of his attack had been almost unreal, and the reality that few among them could withstand such a blow was inescapable.
They nodded inwardly, begrudgingly acknowledging the academy's judgment. Even if it had felt unfair at first, the reasoning behind Ethan's ranking was now clear.
