The teachers glared at Isiah with furious expressions. He was well accustomed to receiving such looks for no reason at all, but now that he was actively provoking them, the hostility felt strangely intoxicating.
It was evident they refused to believe he possessed superior strength, yet he maintained a strict composure, unwilling to lose control of his body before completing his objective.
"You are not as powerful as you claim," Lara declared sharply, attempting to strike him with a compressed sphere of pressurized wind. "I might accept that you managed to reach this realm, but that hardly proves you possess great power."
Isiah turned slowly, meeting her gaze with an entirely unbothered expression. "Do you care to test that theory?"
Her magical strike dissipated uselessly against him, inflicting no damage whatsoever.
Shifting his focus back to George, Isiah ordered cold-bloodedly, "Start talking. Offer me your distorted version of history."
