The light screen in the room hasn't completely shut down yet, tactical images and data analysis suspended in mid-air.
Clark walked to the main console, casually closed a few light screens, then turned to look at Jeming.
"We just received the intelligence information you submitted for this mission." His voice was as calm as always, but the next words left Jeming stunned.
"Well done. Winning against 'Illusion' was truly unexpected."
Jeming blinked, before he could react, Viola gasped beside him.
"Wait, wait!" Her voice almost cracked, "Illusion?! Not another Sixth Level Wizard, but Illusion? And actually 'won'?! "
Jeming turned his head, seeing the words "unbelievable" written all over Viola's delicate little face.
Her silver-gray eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, losing all her usual elegance and composure.
Not just her.
A few Seventh Level Wizards still standing in the corner of the command room also turned their heads when they heard, their eyes falling on Jeming.
