The desert trembled under Luca's roar.
"SHUT UP!!!"
His aura surged like a storm, crashing down on us. The weight pressed into my chest until even breathing felt like defiance. The bickering fell silent, as if the wind itself had been smothered beneath his will. His crimson eyes burned as they swept across the students, pinning each of them like insects beneath glass.
I had thought him calm, always steady. But now… this fury. This conviction. So this is his other face.
He cut down their excuses with words sharper than any blade, stripping pride bare until nothing remained but shame. When he stepped forward, the sand cracked beneath his boots, as if the desert itself yielded.
The two loudest students trembled, faces pale, their arrogance collapsing into something pitiful. I almost pitied them—almost.
