The next day, while everyone engaged in their activities, mostly chatting with those in their circles, Siegfried stood in the company of Maldred and Snow, who sat before his desk, flexing his reinforced jade claws, now almost twice as long as before.
"I'm now a top-level elite with a potential for high tier," he smirked.
Maldred manifested seven-inch-long quills, crackling with lightning. "Same here. Once we do the test, we'll be certain of our exact tiers."
Both boys eyed Snow, their eyes narrowing. The gap between them and their leader had grown even larger. No one could speculate Snow's change, but they all knew he had skipped school for a week and came back entirely different.
For one, his hair had grown longer, framing his sharp-featured face, and part of it was a resplendent silver. Even though he calmly sat there scrolling through his phone, the aura emanating from him was oppressive.
