Lord Terrace stood at the edge of the wide training field, his sharp eyes watching every movement with the intensity of a hawk.
The fourth-year students of Elderglow Academy ran laps around the field, their feet pounding the ground in a relentless rhythm. Sweat poured from their faces, and their breaths came in ragged gasps.
Despite the exhaustion, none dared to slow down; they all knew this was more than a test of physical endurance. This was their first session under the legendary Lord Terrace, and failure was not an option.
He continued to watch, his gaze scanning each runner with a critical eye. Occasionally, he lifted his hand and pointed at one of the students.
The moment his finger fell on them, they were pulled out of the race by one of the assistants stationed around the field. This pattern continued as minutes of walking stopping passed, and the strain on the remaining students grew more intense.
