A lot of eyes were on Moze as he stepped up for the challenge. He was, after all, one of the top students from Wilton Academy, recently invited to the prestigious Central Academy. Still, the attention he received was noticeably less than when Lee had taken the stage earlier.
The reason was simple, Wilton Academy had no standout names. Unlike the major academies, their students didn't have reputations that stretched beyond their own walls. No rumors, no recorded feats, no legends in the making.
As a result, the crowd's interest was mild at best. Conversations continued in the background, eyes wandered elsewhere, and the excitement had clearly dipped.
But Moze didn't care.
He waited on stage with a confident smile, completely unfazed by the lack of attention. The ring of magic surrounding the small object on the platform lifted off the ground, and soon, streams of energy began to swirl around it like a protective dance.
Without hesitation, Moze moved.
