'As expected of the main characters, I worried for nothing.'
Raven thought to himself as his gaze swept over the scene in front of him.
Lana and Cenric were standing side by side, their backs straight, their breathing calm. Around them, bodies were scattered across the floor— terrorists sprawled out in awkward positions, unmoving, unconscious. The faint scent of mana still lingered in the air, proof of how fast the fight had ended.
There was no hesitation. No panic.
The two of them had handled the unawakened terrorists in an instant, and with frightening efficiency.
'They didn't even give them time to react.'
Raven narrowed his eyes slightly.
'The coordination and trust between the senior members of the [Student Council] is amazing. They probably formed a plan on the spot, adjusted to each other's movements, and executed it without a single word wasted.'
That kind of teamwork wasn't something built overnight.
