The crowd erupted in cheers for Vaelor Drakthar.
Vaelor stood in the middle of the crater, breathing heavily but victorious. He raised his greatsword in the air, and the Gloria Academy students cheered loudly.
Gray shook his head in complete disappointment.
He had been looking forward to fighting Azraelion Veyra in the third challenge.
The silver-haired genius was a Vessel; even if the divinity was weak, it was still something Gray could potentially take for Jasmine.
But now, Azraelion had been eliminated by one of Gloria's students.
The opportunity was gone.
'Tch… what a waste,' Gray thought inwardly.
'I could have extracted that wind spirit's divinity from him. Now it's lost.'
He glanced at Gloria, who was sitting a few seats away with a neutral expression on her face. Her golden eyes were fixed on the screen, but she didn't show any obvious emotion.
She was the type of woman who didn't even mind selling herself for power or precious treasures, as Gray had seen before.
