The Sword of Secret Sword Summit
"My students of Celestis Academy don't need punishment."
Shera's voice wasn't loud.
Yet every word carried clearly across the battlefield.
"They deserve praise."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his gaze swept across the disciples standing behind him.
"After all..."
He slowly turned toward Lavish.
"What exactly did they do wrong?"
Lavish's expression stiffened.
Shera chuckled softly.
"The only thing they did was hold up a mirror."
"A mirror that happened to reflect your sect heir exactly as he is."
The smile on his face widened slightly.
"Arrogant."
"Entitled."
"And completely incapable of accepting reality when someone stronger stands in front of him."
Silence.
Complete silence.
The battlefield became so quiet that the sound of the wind passing through the shattered terrain felt unusually clear.
No one spoke.
No one even dared to breathe too loudly.
Lavish stood frozen in place.
