Got it. I'll push it further and let the scene breathe more.Watching the scene on the holographic screen, the new intakes could only stare in stunned silence.No one spoke. No one even shifted.
Shock pressed down on them like a weight, crawling up their spines and tightening their chests.Some felt their mouths go dry, others forgot to breathe entirely.
They were watching an exalted weaver fight against five sanctified.Not stall them. Not escape.Fight them.
And he was winning.
Blades of power tore through the air, techniques colliding in flashes that should have overwhelmed a single exalted.Yet the figure on the screen kept advancing, calm amid chaos.
Each exchange felt wrong.As if the hierarchy they had lived by was being torn apart in real time.
"That one… over there," someone whispered, barely louder than a breath.
A trembling finger lifted.
Of the three standing in front of them, recognition struck fast.The silhouette. The posture. The stillness.
