"And the enemies we face on the battlefield will show them mercy because of their age?" Scarlet retorted, her voice dripping with scorn.
An invisible mountain of pressure slammed down on Mr. Pearson. His knees buckled. He couldn't breathe. His vision swam. It felt as though the entire weight of the sky was crushing him. He was like a ant in front of her.
The Seventh Elder sighed. He raised a hand, and the pressure on Pearson vanished.
"That's enough, Little Red," he said gently. He looked at her, a hint of sadness in his wise old eyes. "It is a bit cruel to the students."
Scarlet did not back down. Her gaze was as hard as diamond. "The world is cruel, Grandpa Seventh. How can they survive the wars of tomorrow if they cannot even survive the trials of today?"
The Seventh Elder had no reply. He knew she was right, in her own brutal way. What she experienced when she was younger was much worse than this.
