Standing a few feet away from Noah, I observed the guy in silence as the mana sword was still being materialised in his hands.
In the sky above, the clouds rumbled with rage as nature provided more of its mana to the blessed child in order to gear him up.
I didn't interrupt the process, letting it play out on its own.
The students and instructors who had arrived at the scene were now whispering amongst themselves, most likely talking about the sword in my hand.
Using my mana, I was easily able to hear their conversations, as none of them were trying to actively hide their words.
Still, no one tried to stop me, as two of the senior-most instructors, mainly Zenur and Elsa, were close to me.
Noah, on his part, still had his gaze fixed on me, with an easily visible hatred in his eyes.
With all the events that had happened today, he must have been thinking of himself as some main character.
