Malrec stepped onto the tier with the recalled stack behind him, and the core read his output climbing past every number Nox had posted.
The plate marked him at S-rank strength, borrowed whole from the graduates whose contribution now stood under one name. Every stat on it outran the sheet Nox had carried onto the floor. No line on the plate belonged to the man standing behind it.
"You scored my Hall as a command structure, so I answer with the one account that holds every graduate at once," Malrec said, squaring his stance across the tier. "Your standard duels everything I certified tonight, or it forfeits the floor to the paper you tried to bury."
The rector closed and drove a strike Nox read a beat late, and the raised guard bought back only half the ground. The splinted arm took the shock down its length, and the bad shoulder answered with a pain he could not switch off.
