[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/zBcJjpYf/NYName-Card.png[/img][/center][hr]Class-C Courtyard  |  Interactions: None[hr]
The battles had taken all afternoon, and now the setting sun signals an end to it all. Students—battered, bloodied, and broken—all await their fate at the hands of their ruthless professor. They stand in front of him with no general sense of order. It's understandable; they're too tired to assemble themselves in any form resembling tidiness. Nyx stares at them with the same cold eyes since the last time they spoke. He seems neither impressed nor disappointed with their performance. He stands up and paces back and forth in front of the class. [color=#86608E]"I suppose I can't expel all of you."[/color] he says, cruelly. Suddenly, a ring of light begins to glow beneath Sekhandur's feet. [color=#86608E]"You."[/color] He stops pacing.

The next ring of light appears beneath Alberta. Then Mandi, then Sanhan, then Kiara, then Ty. Ankaa, Eris, Caelum, Sophiel, Kress, Yvaine. The last ring of light finally materializes at Misaiya's feet. Thirteen students. Just thirteen. That's less than eighty percent of the overall class. The other students almost sigh in relief. These must be the students getting expelled. You can hear a pin drop in the momentary silence. [color=#86608E]"Congratulations. You've done enough to warrant staying."[/color] What? The crowd is stunned for a moment. "Y-You can't mean..." a female student attempts to speak up but found her voice quieting at the sight of her own tears.

Over eighty percent of Class-C's students have been expelled. "But I won my match! Why am I being kicked?!" a male student protests. [color=#86608E]"If you think I care about who won or lost then I've overestimated your attention span. I never said the winners will stay and the losers will go home. I said I wanted to test your ability to control mana. You think I'm impressed with you beating another student of 'Class-C'? This 'barren wasteland for the untalented'? Such unwarranted arrogance."[/color] Those harsh words quickly silences the student.

"Then what about him?!" Another male student points at Misaiya. "I've watched his match! He didn't use a single ounce of magic! Can he even control mana?!" Nyx looks to Misaiya; a slight smirk forms on his face—the first today. [color=#86608E]"Ahh, him."[/color] Nyx walks up to Misaiya and stares at him intently. [color=#86608E]"It's true, I've considered expelling him. But that performance was nothing if not amusing. To manipulate your opponents so wickedly takes a certain [i]dedication[/i]. Enough to warrant a second chance."[/color] Nyx takes a step back and glares at the complaining student. [color=#86608E]"You think this is cruel? You should thank me. I've saved you a wasted year of time. Run along to the Headmaster and demand your tuition back if you wish. Or complain about me for all I care. Just know that your time in Class-C is over."[/color]

With a snap of his fingers, the expelled students begin to sink into their own shadows, panicking as they do so. As soon as they're swallowed up, they reappear in front of the main faculty building where the Headmaster's office is located. Back in the courtyard, Nyx addresses the remaining student. [color=#86608E]"Your chances of surviving the Festival of Champions just shot up dramatically. No matter what pretty lies you've been told, fostering weakness is but wasted effort, especially when you're on a time crunch. Sever the dead limb before the body succumbs. Now, get some rest. You'll need it. Tomorrow is when your instruction truly begins. Prove it to me. Prove to me that even flowers may bloom in this 'barren wasteland'."[/color]

[center][color=#86608E]"Class dismissed."[/color][/center]