I didn't move immediately.
My eyes remained locked on Professor Morgana, watching the casual, almost relaxed stance she was taking in the middle of the dark grey stone floor. A low-rank Transcendent telling the top freshman to step forward in front of a class full of troublemakers — there was no way this was just a friendly test.
"What's the matter, Primus?" Morgana chuckled, her dark purple eyes flashing with a dangerous, lazy amusement. "The beating from last night left you too stiff to move, or are you just realizing that a platinum badge doesn't mean shit down here?"
My eyes widened slightly. What the fuck? How did she know about that?
Did Zephyr tell her? No, the old man would rather eat glass than talk to school staff. Then who? Headmaster Vega?
Whispers instantly broke out behind me as the rest of the outcasts lost their minds.
"A beating last night?"
"Wait, someone actually managed to beat the Primus?"
"Is he already injured?"
