She walked to the front, lifted her hand, and placed a palm-sized bronze device on the desk. It resembled a compass—four runic rings rotating at different speeds—and the moment she injected mana into it, light burst outward.
A holographic projection unfurled into the air like a curtain of blue glass.
"Let's begin review," Samantha said. "From the bottom ranks upward."
The class sank into silence—even the ones who'd been whispering about cheating. No one wanted their incompetence narrated in front of everyone… but here it was.
One by one, she replayed each group's expedition.
Every mistake displayed.
Every idiotic decision magnified.
There were groans, cringes, red ears, embarrassed coughs. Samantha pointed out things clinically—formation errors, wasteful spellcasting, poor time management, unnecessary engagements. No insults. No mockery. Just surgical precision in dissecting stupidity.
It was brutal.
Then the hologram fast-forwarded—jumping to the group in third place.
