For a moment, instructor and student locked eyes across the arena, silent communication passing between them that transcended words. In Yomi's expression, Lyra read a clear message: Is that all?
The challenge ignited something primal in her competitive nature. As someone who had spent her career demonstrating superiority over students and colleagues alike, finding someone who could casually dismiss her best efforts was both infuriating and exhilarating.
Her pale eyes flashed with anger at being challenged by a mere student, her jaw tightening as she prepared to escalate beyond any reasonable limit. Whatever it took to find this arrogant first-year's breaking point, she would.....
"Instructor Nightwhisper!"
The commanding voice cut through the oppressive atmosphere like a blade through silk, immediately drawing attention to the arena's entrance where Professor Matthias Greystone strode forward with obvious urgency.
