"Alright then, let's do it that way."
Cassandra clapped her hands.
CLAP.
The ground rumbled.
Wooden scarecrows wearing pointed hats began to sprout from the cobblestones at regular intervals in the spacious square. Each one had a target painted on its chest and a mana sensor embedded in its head.
"I will personally check one by one if you are using scrolls properly," Cassandra announced. "The rest of you can start self-studying or preparing your scrolls while waiting for your turn. Alex... you just stand there and meditate, I suppose."
At Cassandra's words, the students dispersed in order, heading toward their assigned practice zones.
Until then, there had been an obvious, burning gaze directed at me. Of course, it was Ariana.
She stared at me, her head shaking anxiously, her fists clenched at her sides. She looked frustrated, angry, and... maybe a little worried?
I snickered and turned to leave, intending to join my team.
"Hey. Alex."
