There was silence…
Then someone finally stepped forward.
It was Reinhardt.
His blond hair was fluttering in the wind as he adjusted his sleeves and narrowed his eyes.
The proud look on his face didn't change, not even when the other students stepped back slightly to give him space.
"I don't sense any magic from you," Reinhardt started with disbelief in his voice.
"That's right," Sebastian said, grinning wide enough for his sharp teeth to show. "I'm what you would call an Aura Practitioner."
He folded his arms, the thick veins across his shoulders tightening as he chuckled. "Is that a problem?"
Reinhardt's expression turned colder. "This Academy houses only the most prestigious of mages. How dare an aura scu—"
He didn't finish.
The moment the insult left his lips, Sebastian's arm moved so fast that the air itself cracked.
Reinhardt flew backward like a doll, crashing into one of the thick mana-reinforced walls with a loud boom.
The wall shook and dust rained down.
