Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 811 - 188.4 - Formation Training

As the last wisps of smoke faded and the chamber settled into silence, Irina stood at the center of the group, her fiery yellow eyes subtly sliding to the side to observe Sylvie. Her arms were crossed, her posture composed, but her thoughts were anything but. 'She's improved so much,' Irina thought, her lips pressing into a thin line as she watched Sylvie catch her breath. It wasn't just the precision of her movements or the confidence in her strikes—it was the sheer force behind her attacks. Even Irina, who had sought Sylvie out for her talent in mana manipulation, magic, and enchantment, hadn't expected this. 'Sylvie's talents were always in control and refinement, not raw power. At least… that's what I thought.' Her fiery gaze narrowed slightly as her thoughts turned to the glowing yellow mana that had surrounded Sylvie during the fight. It wasn't just strong; it felt potent, different from anything Irina had associated with Sylvie before. There had been a resonance to it, something that had made the air around her seem heavier, sharper. 'What is that yellow mana?' Irina's mind raced as she replayed the moments of Sylvie's combat in her head. 'Why was it that strong? It felt… off. Not in a bad way, but definitely not normal.' Her thoughts flicked briefly to Astron, who stood a few steps away, his calm demeanor masking the sharp focus in his purple eyes. She caught the way his gaze lingered on Sylvie, studying her with the same intensity he often reserved for unraveling complex puzzles. 'Did this guy notice it as well?' Irina wondered, her fiery eyes narrowing as she followed his line of sight. Astron wasn't one to miss details, and the way his gaze remained fixed on Sylvie told Irina he had noticed something. 'Of course he did. There's no way he wouldn't.' Her irritation flared momentarily, but she quickly tempered it, her thoughts shifting back to Sylvie. 'What's her game? Has she been hiding this, or is this something new?' Sylvie, oblivious to the scrutiny, was brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, her faint smile betraying a mix of pride and humility. Jasmine stood beside her, grinning widely. "You've really been holding back on us, haven't you?" Jasmine teased, nudging Sylvie lightly

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