The message I sent to the rest of the first-year batch was received loud and clear.
Following the demolition of Julian Vance, a heavy, cautious silence settled over the entire Academy. Nobody tried to challenge me again. In fact, they didn't even attempt to take on any of the top ten for the time being.
Whenever I walked through the corridors or entered the mess hall, the aggressive glares were replaced by hushed, anxious whispers.
"Did you see what he did to Vance?"
"He didn't even break a sweat..."
"If the difference between the eleventh rank and the second rank is that vast... then how terrifying are the top five?"
Well, I had successfully bought myself the one resource I desperately needed: time.
Just like that, a couple of weeks slipped by, and I fell back into a regular, peaceful routine. Attend classes.
Currently, the sun had already set, and the cool evening air brushed against the large windows of my top-floor dorm room.
