A Debate With The Strategist

POV: KAELITH

A heavy sigh of sheer frustration escaped my lips. I opened my mouth, ready to fire back a biting retort to Eliar's condescending arrogance. I wanted to tell him that raw intelligence didn't come with a specific uniform, but Miss Luvon-Principal clapped her hands together. The sharp smack of her palms echoed off the cold stone walls, instantly commanding the room and abruptly cutting