Chapitre 52: First Class III

The teacher's sharp gaze locked onto the next student. "Rank 38, step forward," Reynold commanded.

The class watched with heightened anticipation as another student prepared to showcase their abilities.

Asher, sitting silently in the back, observed it all with mild interest.

One by one, the students stepped forward, each showcasing their unique abilities. The room was alive with tension and anticipation, the air charged with the thrill of discovery and the weight of Reynold's critical gaze.

The first few students displayed fairly common abilities—useful but not particularly extraordinary. Reynold assessed them with a sharp eye, offering both praise and constructive criticism.

One student, a young man with short black hair, demonstrated his ability to manipulate vines. He summoned a thick tangle of thorned greenery that spread across the stage, capturing one of Reynold's summoned training orbs in a matter of seconds.