Kael continued, his tone casual—almost lazy—despite the weight of what he was explaining.
"Though it's a really rare outcome… maybe one percent of all clashes."
He leaned back slightly, eyes drifting as if replaying countless battles in his head.
"Most draws end in a half–half situation."
"And when that happens, there's only one real answer."
He raised a finger, as if lecturing from instinct rather than effort.
"Supreme Amplification Protocol."
"Forced Supremacy Enforcement."
"In short—Vital Amplification."
The room felt oddly quiet after those words, like the air itself had paused to listen.
Kael scratched the back of his head.
"The one who lands it first wins the Supreme Expansion clash."
"Once it hits, the opponent's expansion shatters instantly."
He dropped his head onto the end of the couch with a soft thud, sprawling out like a bored kid after class.
"I'm thirsty."
"Give me a drink already, Mr. Principal."
The Principal stared at him for a moment, then sighed.
"Sure… coming up."
He returned and handed Kael a glass of orange juice, condensation sliding down the sides.
Kael took a slow sip.
The tension vanished.
"So yeah."
"That's all there is to it."