In the vast and impressive common hall of the Imperial Academy, the victorious students from recent battles gathered in small groups. The walls of the hall were adorned with tapestries and a large fireplace in the center warmed the room with a golden glow. The excitement in the air was palpable as the young warriors reflected on the intense battles they had fought.
Lacus, with a relaxed smile, reclined in an armchair next to the fireplace, swirling a glass of crystal clear juice in his hands.
"Well, if anyone expected an easy victory, they were disappointed," he commented, looking at the others. "Especially you, Alrik. I thought you were going to incinerate your opponent in five minutes."
Alrik raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as a small flame danced in his palm. "Control is essential. I don't need to destroy everything around me to win."
