People like Asher, Thalric, Teo Swig, William, and Ryaen didn't even react to Cindralis' words; they pushed themselves every day, determined to rise to the top for themselves, they didn't need some sort of reward to push their limits daily, nor did they rely on external incentives to justify their burning drive for growth.
Cindralis' existential presence vanished as the students within the hall began to breathe again, sweat drenching their clothes as they calmed themselves, as they processed the reality behind Cindralis' words, after all, Crymora was an unforgiving world where hesitation often meant death.
"In case some of you didn't know it, we lost last time," Cindralis continued, "but that doesn't mean I'm ready to care for weaklings and weak-minded people just to win some competition that will still hold a thousand times in the future."
