Melissa stared at Asher's finger without moving, utterly frozen in place. She did not know how to feel, nor could she comprehend what to even think in that very moment. Yes, she had studied the class files meticulously, memorizing the names, faces, and ranks of all two hundred students she was assigned to teach.
She knew some of them were undoubtedly geniuses, after all, geniuses appeared in every generation, but what she was witnessing right now transcended the ordinary bounds of talent. What stood before her was not simply genius. It was monstrosity incarnate, if the word itself could even begin to capture the phenomenon unfolding in front of her.
She knew Asher was the Tenth Sun of the prestigious Wargrave family, a title carrying both weight and legacy. But unlike many others, Melissa had no knowledge of the boy's failures, specifically, the two failed awakenings that had shadowed his path.
