***
Amon stepped forward on the stage, his gaze stoic.
Immediately, a wave of cheers broke out in the stand.
He didn't have to look up to know who they were.
Of course, they were the people from his class.
The other people from other classes gazed with confusion at his glass
As if they were wondering if his class had lost their mind.
After all, they didn't know about his complete power yet.
For them, he was still the last-ranked student of the academy.
But Amon couldn't care less.
This fight would already cement him as one of the people to ace these mid-terms.
As he walked, his watch suddenly dinged.
His eyes moved to the corner, where a message notification was displayed.
[Charlotte: Good luck, I'll be cheering from above :)]
Amon stifled a chuckle and smiled lightly.
Looking up for the first time to where they were previously sitting, he found her standing at the ceiling.
