High General Rathen sat with a wild grin as he watched the ongoing events on the screen. The pressure test for each fortress had ended, yet he still hadn't stopped replaying it.
Each screen showed a different spectacle. A purple-eyed boy slitting sanguines' throats, a massive construct crushing everything in its path, a tall, lithe boy carving through foes, or a braided-haired youth caving in sanguines' skulls with brutal punches.
Every one of them was savage in their own right, yet High General Rathen only laughed. He looked like a madman, laughing despite the carnage unfolding before him, but Rathen couldn't have cared less.
He was excited! Never in his reign had a cadet broken the pressure test, yet four had achieved the same feat! North. South. East. West. Four exceptional, prodigal youths.
Rathen drummed his fingers against the armrest.
"Hah… I can't wait."
The upcoming war between the four houses was one that would shake the academy.
He couldn't wait!
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