Miss Brooks studied Noah in the hallway, her glasses catching the morning light. The corridor was empty except for them, their footsteps having faded into silence.
"Eclipse," she said, her voice softer than in class but no less intense. "I've reviewed the previous competition records extensively." A pause, heavy with meaning. "Do you know how many 1b students have ever made it to the representative team?"
Noah shook his head, trying to keep his expression neutral.
"Three." Her red lips curved into a slight smile. "In the academy's entire history. Three exceptional students who showed... particular talents." The way she emphasized those last words made Noah's chest tighten. "I expect to see your name during selections, Eclipse. Don't disappoint me."
