Cassie looked toward him with a pale smile as he returned to the rest of the group.
"Welcome to mediocrity."
Frost glanced at her.
"Happy to be here."
Jason went up next. Of course, Frost paid considerably more attention than he wanted to admit.
Jason walked onto the platform with an irritating amount of confidence.
The light swept across him; a few seconds passed, and the stars lit up slowly.
Frost's lips flattened.
Three stars, four, five....
His eye twitched.
Seven.
[Talent Assessment: Seven-Star]
Silence.
Frost stared as a grin slowly spread across Jason's face.
Harod's eyebrows rose slightly.
"Seven-Star. Impressive."
Frost closed his eyes.
'Oh, fuck off! Could you be mediocre like the rest of us!?'
Of fucking course Jason had to be talented. Why couldn't the bastard have gotten Three-Star!?
Hell, Frost would've accepted Four.
But Seven?
Jason stepped down from the platform, looking far too pleased with himself. His eyes naturally found Frost.
