Damian then canceled the spell, gathered all the bracers into another conjured box, and gave it a dramatic shake. "Whoever chooses to leave now," he announced with a mischievous grin, "can pick one bracer from this box. The first to leave might even walk away with the supreme-grade one. Every time someone takes a bracer, I'll replace it with a new, common-grade version."
The students stared at him with a mix of frustration and awe, their eyes gleaming like children shown forbidden candy but denied the taste. Behind them, Damian's friends gathered and scolded him for his cruelty, eliciting a few nervous chuckles from the kids. But most were too deep in thought, their minds racing with calculations.
"I'll leave," one boy finally declared.
Damian gestured toward the box. The boy, after some deliberation, selected a bracer. Damian revealed its stats—it was high grade. The boy left with a satisfied grin, aware he'd gotten a remarkable deal.
