Ravenor's eyes flinched as the air around him seemed to be pulled toward Veda.
It wasn't an actual vacuum, but the pressure created by Veda's stance and the way he drew his hand backward made the surrounding air feel as though it had been dragged toward him.
Veda's fist tightened hard.
His right leg moved slightly backward while his left leg bent forward, giving his body a low and stable position.
His shoulders settled.
His arm pulled farther behind him.
For someone who didn't understand the technique, it might have looked like Veda was simply preparing to throw a punch.
But Ravenor knew better.
This was the perfect ultimate attack of the Steel Dragon Arts.
At the First-Year seating section…
Vera's plain black eyes locked onto her brother.
She knew this stance.
She knew this exact moment.
And the sight brought a faint feeling of déjà vu.
This was the same attack Veda had been preparing to use against her during their fight for the title of Heir to the Ashenlocke House.
