As Moira's words lingered, loud, mocking laughters reverberated from the crowd.
Nova lowered her head, looking at her feet in sadness as her eyes watered.
'I hope you won't be depressed. I know you can be the best,' she thought, a silent tear rolling down her cheeks.
Meanwhile, Adam's eyes narrowed into slits.
"You knew you lost the challenge and decided to flee without judging my creation?"
Through gritted teeth, his voice echoed his outrage, eliciting another wave of mockery.
However, this time, the teachers broke the oppressive atmosphere.
"Don't humiliate yourself further, boy."
"Your rare affinity and mastery over wind and mana are impressive for your age, but your character is problematic."
"Correct! Follow our dear dean's advice in the future. Hahaha."
"Oh really, blind dogs? Let me show you, then!"
His voice dripping sarcasm, he pushed on the blade encased in the sturdy workbench.
