Honestly, Isabella could simply keep deducting points all day, but she was just so profoundly curious. She decided to bite.
"You will tell your daddy? How?" Isabella asked.
"Yes! I wi—" before he could continue, Isabella interrupted as she continued talking,
"I mean how do you plan on telling him? Need I remind you that you're currently in the academy with no way of contacting the outside world for 3 years. So, how will you tell your DADDY?" Isabella asked while putting emphasis on the last word.
Benedict was lost for words, not being able to refute any of her words. She was absolutely right. But why did it feel like he was being made fun of?
Each of the students in the room immediately began to sit up straight, many of them having no intention of attracting the ire of this woman.
Although she had been talking to Benedict, all of them were from the tiered families; they were all too well versed in politics. They all knew that she was using him as an example for all of them.
If anyone of them were still stupid enough to still cause trouble after this, then they probably deserved what was coming to them.
Seeing that Benedict had nothing else to rant about, Isabella delivered her last judgment, "Benedict Wycliffe, minus 2000 points for delaying the class by 5 minutes."
Benedict's artifact immediately lit up and notified him of his deducted points. He stood while looking at Isabella; he wanted so hard to skin this woman alive but life wasn't fair. Benedict didn't want to go bankrupt.
"Anything else?" Isabella asked with raised eyebrows while looking at Benedict who was still standing.
Benedict went completely silent for a few seconds before slumping in his chair with an exhaustive "No ma'am."
The whole room also went silent as each of the students kept their mouths shut. Every single one of their academy points was hard earned.
They all knew what they had to go through to earn them, and none of them had any intention of losing them only because they could let their pride take a seat.
So what if she wasn't a tiered, the tiered were so powerful and well respected precisely because of one thing: power.
And here currently, Isabella held the power.
Seeing that there were no more disturbances, Isabella smiled, "Good!"
The dimly lit room seemed to shrink as she tapped rhythmically on the sleek obsidian surface of the table.
Her deliberate taps triggered the large screen behind her to illuminate, casting an eerie glow that danced across the faces of Atticus and the students gathered in the room.
On the screen, Atticus and each of the students suddenly saw what would be in their nightmares for years to come.
It was a creature, no; it was a grotesque humanoid monstrosity that defied the bounds of the known.
Toweringly imposing at a height of at least 5 meters, the creature possessed a disproportionately bulky torso and arms, dwarfing its comparably smaller legs.
Its skin, an unsettling shade of sky blue, seemed to glisten with a slimy sheen. The creature's hands were nightmarishly bulky, each boasting three fingers that ended in small, round balls akin to small orbs.
The face, if one could call it that, was completely spherical.
Its features were alien and disturbing— an array of large, completely black eyes, each harboring points of white that gleamed like distant stars in a dark cosmic expanse.
A diminutive nose barely registered, while a round shaped mouth revealed a set of red razor sharp teeth, rotating with an ominous red glow.
The image displayed with such clarity and vividness that every nuance of the creature was etched into the minds of the students.
Each of the students shifted uncomfortably in their seats upon seeing the displayed image.
They had read many books about magical beasts and even had knowledge about the other races in Eldoralth, but they had never come across what was currently displayed in front of them before.
Atticus narrowed his eyes slightly at the displayed image. He couldn't say for sure what the creature displayed in the image was, but he instinctively knew that it was very important information.
Even the tier one youths who were all seated at the forefront of the class all felt very uncomfortable seeing the image of the creature.
"Damn," Seraphin muttered under his breath, his muttering itself sounding as though a normal man were speaking.
Atticus focused his gaze towards Isabella, whose demeanor had changed from her earlier carefree demeanor, her expression becoming serious.
After giving each of them a few seconds to get a good look at the creature, Isabella finally decided to speak.
"I'm sure you're all wondering what this creature is or even why I am showing you this."
Isabella walked out away from the table as she walked towards the students, facing them,
"The thing is, I really don't like beating around the bush. Many of you are all heirs to your respective families, individuals who would most probably lead the next generation.
"You are all here for a reason, a reason you were told the day you entered the academy; to turn you into warriors.
"So this begs the question, why are we trying to turn 15 year olds into warriors?"
Isabella's voice resounded throughout the room.
Each of the students was completely silent. They had all been told about the current situation of the planet, especially given that each one of them was from the tiered families.
Even though they knew the answer, they all kept quiet as though understanding the severity of the moment.
Isabella suddenly stretched her left hand pointing towards the image of the creature displayed behind her, "The answer is right in front of you, that ugly creature."
"It is precisely because of those bastards that millions upon millions of humans are dead."
"It is because of those bastards that we have to live each moment of our lives completely on guard."
Isabella's voice increased in intensity as all the students could feel the intense hatred in her words.
"It's because of those bastards that we force all our youths to become cold blooded killers."
"The academy was founded for only one purpose," Isabella's voice suddenly reduced in intensity, her tone becoming icy, but even then, every single one of the students could hear her.
"To create warriors who would eradicate every last one of them."