The video projection was played once more as Teravik taunted Varessa.
But even as the scenes replayed, many could not understand why Varessa was not doing anything.
Silence settled after the last frame faded. No applause, no orders, not even a cough at the scene in the projection.
A thousand throats holding one breath as the arena stared up at the dying shimmer where Teravik's recording had burned the truth into the air. If that memory left the school's walls, it would not merely stain the reputation of the school; it would rot the beams! Contracts, patronage, the polite lies nobles trade for favors, war would grow from those seeds, the way mold grows from damp. The school was held in prestige across the three kingdoms!
"Five people were secretly recording it?!" The principal was shocked as one reported what she heard when Teravik and Varessa talked.
