For the days leading up to the Inter-Class Competitions, the entirety of Awakener Supreme had plunged into absolute pandemonium.
In the span of a single day, the prestigious academy shed its veneer of an educational institution and transformed into a frantic, high-stakes military encampment.
The threat of starvation in the Bronze Dorms or the promise of Silver and Gold Dorm luxury pushed every student to their breaking point.
Nowhere was this desperation more evident than in the training sectors of the Year One Class Groups.
Inside the training rooms, Instructor Phiodor Blaze pushed the Elementalist-D students through a crucible of every element possible.
"Wider! Make the blast radius wider!" Phiodor roared, his veins bulging against his neck as a student's fireball splashed weakly against a reinforced dummy.
