Julius had risen to his feet.
"Abyssal energy," he murmured, low enough that only Selphira could hear him. "In a first-year student again. A Goldcrest, no less..."
In the honor box, the leaders' silence increased the tension. Julius Dravenholm, Selphira Ashenway, and Sirius Starweaver had observed the manifestation of abyssal energy with expressions of horror that gradually transformed into fury.
Their gazes simultaneously converged on Kassian Goldcrest, who, perceiving the danger, tried to discreetly rise from his seat.
"Sit down," ordered Selphira, her voice soft but charged with an authority that chilled the blood. It wasn't a request.
Kassian, quickly evaluating his situation, understood that trying to flee would be futile. He was surrounded by three of the most powerful individuals in the world, each capable of neutralizing him. His face adopted a barely credible mask of innocence.
"Is something wrong?"
