"Co-ordination. Teamwork. Intent."
Valerian's voice rang loudly across the classroom, each word delivered with exaggerated emphasis as he slowly paced across the front, his cane tapping lightly against the polished floor with every step.
Not a single student spoke.
The earlier chaos had vanished, but the memory of it lingered heavily in the air, and no one seemed willing to risk drawing attention toward themselves again.
Valerian's gaze drifted lazily across the rows before finally settling on the last row.
On Damon and Khaira.
A grin slowly spread across his face.
"Hehehehe…"
He tilted his head slightly, as though observing something particularly amusing.
"My dear toppers…"
His voice carried a playful lilt, yet the sharpness beneath it was unmistakable.
"If the two of you had just—oh, I don't know—worked together a little… coordinated your attacks like you did at the very beginning…"
He lifted his cane and pointed vaguely between them.
