The word should have sounded melodramatic. Coming from anyone else it would have. But Vale said it the way you'd mention rain in the forecast. A fact. An observation about reality that didn't require emotion to validate.
"I'm not training you to clear gates, Monroe. I'm not preparing you for guild recruitment or professional rankings or any of the nonsense this academy pretends to care about." His mismatched eyes held mine without blinking.
"I'm training you because the generation currently running this world has already failed. The current Diamond-tier hunters are maintaining a holding pattern against a tide that grows stronger every year. They know it. The IHC knows it. The people making decisions in conference rooms and government offices know it, even if they'll never say it publicly."
"So you need better hunters."
