After the session ended, the students filed back to their respective dressing rooms to change. In the boys' dressing room, the usual banter between Asher and Dylan was in full swing, their voices echoing off the tiled walls. Occasionally, they tried to rope Liam into their antics, but his focus was elsewhere. His thoughts churned with questions he couldn't shake.
The sparring match with Charlotte had left him deep in contemplation. Her sheer strength, speed, and precision were etched into his mind. Liam prided himself on his speed and control with his daggers—he didn't need anyone to tell him he was skilled. But Charlotte's raw force and agility were on an entirely different level, almost twice that of a human's capacity. And worse, he could tell she'd been holding back.
"What affinity could she possibly have?" Liam mused, buttoning his uniform shirt absentmindedly. "For someone to wield such power so naturally… It's not just skill. There's something more there."
