"Now pick one up each,"
Professor Garhard said as he pulled out three identical boxes from his subspace.
Kafrik stared at the boxes, his eyes calm on the surface, but inside he was filled with restless energy.
He had waited for this moment for so long, the day he would finally take his revenge.
His gaze slowly shifted toward Vivian, who stood calmly beside Charlotte.
Their faces were steady, showing no hint of emotion, yet there was something different about them, especially that cripple.
Over the past few months, his body had changed.
He looked stronger, and there was something in the way he stood, a quiet but undeniable sense of power.
'Odd,' Kafrik thought to himself. 'Why do I feel like that?'
Even though that cripple was still only at the fourth star, Kafrik could sense something strange about him, something that didn't belong to an ordinary person.
It made his chest feel tight, a feeling he didn't like at all.
