Damian and Toph munched on a plate full of delicacies when two second-ranker knights in full Highsword armor approached them.
"Morph Vialist, you need to come with us," said one of them as the other slowly rested a hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Can I finish first? We're hungry," Damian replied nonchalantly, though ten spells hovered invisibly around him, ready to launch at a moment's notice.
"The Headmaster has demanded your presence immediately," the second knight said, his grip on the sword tightening.
"Let me finish, and I'll go wherever the hell you want," Damian replied, releasing a small fraction of his aura. The chilling oppressive pressure made both knights flinch and rethink their approach to the issue.
"Guess, A few minutes won't matter much," the first knight muttered, sweat rolling down his temple.
"Oh, thanks!" Damian beamed, his tone cheerful.
