A cold glint flashed in Julius's eyes, and just as he opened his mouth to respond, a chilling wave of pressure swept across the hall, freezing them both in place.
Their gazes snapped to the side, narrowing as they landed on Grinner, who was staring coldly at them.
His voice was firm as he spoke,
"Eighth Vein. Ninth Vein. I apologize for my rudeness, but it is against the core rules of the training camp for any form of fights to occur within its premises. The rules are the Sovereign's words themselves, and it is my duty to enforce them, no matter the perpetrators."
Malakai clenched his fists tightly before forcing himself to relax. He took a slow breath, steadying his emotions, then nodded once toward Grinner before moving to an empty seat in the hall.
But once again, Julius's voice echoed across the hall, filled with a coldness that made the other youths stiffen.
"The rules, huh. How unfortunate."
