"From the moment we entered the academy, you were always placed above me; you always received the utmost respect and admiration!
Look at where you are now; the great talent, the Son of the Wind, the Untouchable Grim, is this you lying here covered in blood?"
The Second Elder roared with ambition as he pinned the Academy Leader's feet to the ground with ice-blue icicles.
"Do you think it was you who defeated me? If it weren't for the wound ravaging my right side, I could have killed not just you, but five of your kind simultaneously!"
"Liar, shut up!"
"You were always less talented than me; you were always destined to remain beneath me! Killing me won't change a thing; for the rest of your life, you will live knowing I was always superior to you!"
"Shut your mouth!"
The lower half of the Academy Leader's body was encased in ice shards; the blood spurting from his wounds froze before hitting the ground.
