"Ladies and gentlemen," the speaker rushed to dissolve the chaos, "a minor containment issue has been resolved. The barrier is fully operational. We extend our apologies to those affected and our gratitude to the medical team for their swift response."
He paused, allowing the crowd to settle to their seats. "Now, let us bring our focus back to the competition. With that spectacular victory, Frieda Castleloft earns one hundred points for Elementalist-D!"
A few people clapped, but the overall mood had been poisoned by what had just happened.
Professor Phiodor still stood with arms crossed and barely an expression on his face. His eyes moved to the scoreboard, where Elementalist-D had just taken the lead.
That satisfied him.
Up on the golden table, Dean Ordenance leaned back in his chair and studied the Elementalist professor with something close to disgust.
"Does Phiodor have a glimpse of empathy in his body?"
