Aramith raised his hands to block, but just before the fist made contact, he let them fall and shifted aside.
BOOM!
The ground quaked. Dust burst upward, debris scattering as if the academy itself had been struck by a meteor. The shockwave rippled through, rattling windows and shaking walls.
Gasps spread. Students from nearby classrooms rushed out, drawn by the sound. The other three Fathers made their way calmly, but their expressions betrayed quiet curiosity.
"Aramith, right?" Father Garrun said, lowering his fist. His eyes glimmered with a sharpness that made silence hang over the crowd.
Aramith frowned but didn't answer.
"You're really interesting, you know that? Tell me why you resorted to tricking me."
"I did the test as asked," Aramith replied flatly. "I can do it again if you want."
