Aldric slammed his fist on the desk so hard the wood cracked.
"This… this is madness!" His voice shook with both fury and disbelief. "First the Sterlings, now the Harts, and the Kanes caught in the crossfire? Do you understand what this means, Xavier? The academy is being dragged into the dirt by your cursed orbit!"
Xavier leaned back in the chair, arms folded, his smirk sharp as a knife.
"My cursed orbit? I didn't put a gun in Maximilian's hand. He pulled that trigger himself. Don't blame me because your precious elites can't handle their own rot."
"Rot?" Aldric barked, standing. "These families held power for generations! The Sterlings, the Harts, the Kanes—legacies that shaped this city! And now, one by one, they're unraveling!"
Xavier chuckled under his breath, tilting his head like he was savoring the chaos.
