The assessment hall at **Arkvale** Academy was unbearably cold.
In front of the measuring platform stood Oren, dressed in his black training uniform.
Behind the glass stood Supervisor **Adrian Cole**, a man with silver hair and a sharp gaze.
"Your status is unstable on the records," Adrian said. "We'll re-measure manually."
Kyle and Elijah watched from behind.
"Do you think it'll be a high rank?" Elijah whispered.
Kyle didn't answer.
Oren placed his hand on the central crystal.
"Release a little of your energy," Adrian said.
Oren closed his eyes.
He summoned the hot spot in his chest.
Only a tiny spark appeared.
The crystal issued an instant number:
[F – Low]
It whispered in the hall.
Kyle frowned.
"Impossible…"
Adrian looked calmly at the screen.
"The reading is stable. Rank F."
Oren felt something strange.
This is… far less than what happened in the cave.
"We're going to test the pressure," Adrian said.
He gestured, and a small wave of energy shot toward him.
Not dangerous.
Just a reaction test.
The moment the wave drew near—
His insides suddenly flared.
A red flash reflected in his eyes.
The crystal in front of him cracked.
The heat in the room rose rapidly.
The gauges started beeping.
"The energy is exceeding the limit!" one of the technicians shouted.
Adrian quickly raised his hand and stopped the test.
Everything went quiet again.
The silence was heavy.
Adrian looked at Oren for a long time.
Then he said slowly, "The classification remains F… temporarily."
He paused.
"But your condition will be under close observation."
Oren lowered his hand.
The heat subsided.
But he understood one thing clearly—
His power doesn't respond when commanded.
Only when it senses danger.
Outside the hall, in an isolated monitoring room,
a red alert appeared on another screen:
[Unstable status recorded – private file]
The cursor hovered on a single name.
Oren Val.