Back in the Nexus academy stadium where the instructors and seniors were watching, Dean Viola Du Cartis stared at the magic projection screen with a stunned expression, her composure fractured, her lips parted softly betraying the calm demeanor she portrayed.
Similarly every other person within the stadium had expressions of surprise on their faces.
Even the rogue mercenary, instructor Caesar Cashmir paused for a second, the cigar remained within his fingers just a few inches away from his mouth.
He stared at the screen for a bit longer than he intended, his gaze lingering at the redhead everyone knew as the lout of the Astavore family.
Even Juliana found her gaze drawn to a particular screen.
Everybody did.
What Azazel had done was something even Viola, a tenth circle stellar mage struggle to comprehend.
Viola inhaled then her lips slowly curled into a smile.
