The Central Academy was unlike any other institution, known for having an extensive pool of students who possessed unique traits and specialized affinities. With such a large number of students to select from, it was no surprise that they were often expected to produce the most exceptional talent.
Even though Central Academy had surprisingly lost in the first assessment round, many still believed that their most talented and extraordinary students hadn't yet taken the stage. Anticipation was rising steadily, and the crowd could hardly wait to see what hidden aces the academy still had up their sleeves.
That was when something unexpected happened.
George stepped forward, his expression unreadable, and reached toward his ring. With a quick flick of his fingers, he retrieved something from his storage space. It appeared in the palm of his hand, a perfectly round sphere, roughly the size of a clenched fist. It had a dull metallic sheen, unmistakably made of iron.
