By the time the first rush around the rankings faded, the courtyard outside the female residences had broken into smaller groups.
Some students had already left for breakfast or morning lectures. Others remained beneath the projection, comparing placements and arguing over results they had learned only minutes earlier.
Elara was still there.
The Magicians' Block rankings remained pinned beside the newly displayed Martial Arts list. She had already seen her own eighth place. The number had settled well enough until the second list gave her another distraction.
5 — LUCAVION
Her gaze stayed there.
His martial ability could justify it. She had sparred with him and had no difficulty accepting that part of the result.
The rest of his examination period made fifth harder to understand.
