"Art Alaris and Emris—come forth onto the stage."
Professor Celia's voice cut through the low murmurs of the class, crisp and commanding as ever.
I blinked, mildly surprised by the pairing. Emris and Art? That was… unexpected.
I would've assumed their abilities or personalities clashed. But then again, I had been paired with Amelia, and we were practically polar opposites.
Maybe opposites were the point.
Art strolled casually into the center of the arena dome, hands in his pockets like he was taking a walk through a park and not about to engage in a potentially lethal spar.
His posture was relaxed, but there was something about him—too calm, too deliberate—that made the hair on people's neck rise.
Emris followed behind, his movements the polar opposite. Silent.
Measured. His steps barely made a sound. His eyes, cold and focused, never left Art's back. There was no hesitation in his gait. Just lethal intent.
