Magnus looked at Dreston and smirked. "So, Dreston. How does it feel to know you'll be sharing the evaluation with someone who's already beaten you?"
Dreston smirked and snorted. "You're awfully confident for someone who barely scraped by last time. Don't think you're untouchable, Magnus. The Platinum Class is a whole different level."
Magnus chuckled and placed his hands behind his head as he walked. "Keep telling yourself that. Meanwhile, I'll be showing them why I belong there. You? You'll just be the warm-up act."
Dreston's smirk tightened. He clenched his fists briefly before relaxing them. "Talk all you want. Words won't mean anything once we're in that arena."
The receptionist glanced over her shoulder. She remained neutral but still felt a need to stop their bickering.
"Gentlemen, I suggest you save your energy for the evaluation. It's not about who's louder—it's about who delivers results."
