The boy's name was Azraelion Veyra, the top genius of Dragon Slaying Academy's 4th year.
His movements were almost flawless, and the way he controlled the wind around him suggested he had a deep connection to a powerful entity, likely a god or ancient spirit.
Gray could see the faint traces of divine energy in his aura, hidden but unmistakable to someone like him.
Aurora leaned closer to Gray, her voice soft as she noticed his focused gaze.
"You spotted him too," she whispered.
"Azraelion Veyra. He's one of the strongest in the 4th year. His wind affinity is almost at the Sovereign level. And I'm pretty sure that he has a direct contract with an ancient wind spirit."
Gray raised an eyebrow in interest, but he didn't comment on anything.
Instead, he kept watching the screen intently, his black eyes locked on Azraelion Veyra as the boy moved across the floating island with incredible speed and precision.
