Every student was now stuck inside a tree in some bizarre posture.
Most of them had bright red faces and looked only moments away from bursting into tears.
Some had already started crying silently, while others desperately tried to endure the torture with trembling bodies.
Even Caelum felt as though he had discovered entirely new angles his body was capable of bending into.
His current posture resembled a giant cross.
His right arm was stretched straight upward, his left arm extended horizontally at a ninety-degree angle, one leg firmly supported his body while the other remained perfectly horizontal from his waist, and throughout the entire pose he had to keep both his spine and neck perfectly straight.
Every joint in his body trembled.
Just as he felt he was about to lose balance, the tree gently tightened around him, supporting his posture.
At that very moment, his eyes widened.
The flow of energy inside his body subtly shifted.
