The Resonance Breaker's echoes faded from the screen.
Golden light receded. Silence returned to the platform.
Leonard blinked once—slowly—clearing the overlay feed before shifting his gaze.
To him.
Astron Natusalune.
The cadet stood quiet at the rear left now, adjusting his grip on the bow, calmly replacing a used arrow from his quiver. His movement wasn't dramatic. His breathing didn't spike. He didn't glance at the others.
He simply watched—already plotting the next angle.
Leonard narrowed his eyes slightly and activated a spectral overlay on the mana stream.
No irregularities.
No surge. No divine interference. No celestial resonance. No subconscious pressure from latent bloodline traits.
Just clean control.
Even.
Almost… too even.
Leonard watched the playback again—how Astron had moved during the wave. Efficient. Intuitive. Striking joints, freezing angles, timing debuffs within a two-second rhythm of Irina's flame zones.
Good. Better than good.
