Chapter 229: The King of the Seniors
The hologram of Arthur Pendragon faded, but the weight of his gaze seemed to linger in the lecture hall long after the image dispersed.
"Class dismissed," Evelyn had said.
But nobody moved.
The silence was heavy, filled with the sudden, crushing realization that the "Skyfall Heroes" were not the apex predators of this Academy. We were just the loud freshmen.
"Arthur Pendragon," Eric William whispered, the name tasting like bile in his mouth.
He stood up, smoothing his pristine uniform, but I saw the tension in his shoulders. "I thought he was on an extended expedition in the Deadlands."
"He was," Leon Lionheart replied, staring at the empty air where the hologram had been. "He cleared a B-Rank gate solo last month. That's the rumor."
"Solo?" Aiden Stromfang gulped, his earlier bravado regarding his TV appearance vanishing.
"A B-Rank gate? That's… that's instructor level."
