Her series of actions happened so quickly it was too much for everyone to process. But before they could think deeply about it, they were jolted by a thunderous voice —
"Is the food in the mess hall so bad that you'd rather starve than eat it?!"
Everyone was taken aback, turning their heads to see the stern Instructor Nathan Foster, standing authoritatively by the door. His eyes were blazing with fury, his face sullen. Anger was billowing between his brows as though it might at any moment transform into a lethal sword stabbing into their throats. At once a sense of danger and tension filled the entire mess hall, causing even the new soldiers who were still eating to feel inexplicably apprehensive.
Nathan Foster took a few steps inside. His imposing manner wasn't reduced in the slightest; instead, his fury seemed to intensify. "I want everyone to get back to their seats, and don't even think about leaving tonight until your plates are clean!"
