While in prison, Boyed had told Soren that the Soulforge Academy was an unforgiving place.
But it had barely been an hour from the northern gates to the main campus, and so much had happened.
While Goldsworth was an annoying person that always searched for the opportunity to pick on those he considered lesser than him, it was not nice to see him broken on the ground like that.
But wait, he destroyed Pencil's cake.
Soren felt conflicted. On one hand, he believed he deserved it, and on the other hand, maybe it was a bit too much.
Just then, Goldsworth stood up... fuming.
His gaze was red with rage—so intense he looked like he would rip Soren apart with his eyes if he could.
"Soren," he called through gritted teeth. "I challenge you by the Gauntlet. Three days from now."
After which he turned and stormed away.
The crowd whispered as they dispersed in different directions.
A few instructors in the far back looked at one another.
