Standing before the headmaster of Aether Academy put some pressure on Damon—but not much.
He had pressure resistance.
Normally, when those in a higher class unleashed their aura, it would suppress those weaker than them. But Damon had walked through the presence of beings far more terrifying—creatures from higher realms, eldritch horrors, and monsters too old to be named.
Compared to them, this was barely a breeze.
That said, resistance was not immunity. It still worked—it just needed more effort to actually affect him.
The headmaster wasn't the only one in the room. Damon could sense unfamiliar presences. Important ones. People who didn't often show their faces.
In fact… this was the first time Damon was even seeing the headmaster in person.
After he turned in his written report, he and Matia were summoned back—for an oral one.
Matia, however, wasn't speaking.
At all.
That meant all eyes were on Damon. He had become the center of scrutiny.
