Jack could sense the realization crystallizing within the Elven King.
Rhys wasn't ranked 300-something.
The records, when read carefully, made it abundantly clear.
Rhys was ranked #3.
This individual is not a failure, nor are they an unremarkable student. They do not lack the talent or capability to achieve extraordinary things. In fact, they hold the third rank in an academy comprised of the most talented young mages from across the known world.
Rank #3, and climbing.
Maelor's hand tightened on the scroll.
His breathing, which had been controlled and measured, became sharp. His ancient eyes traced back across the records, following the progression that showed his son rising through the Academy's rankings with a steady, inexorable climb. Nothing was slowing his ascent to be #1.
