When the red-robed man spoke of comparing comprehension of Concepts, the atmosphere within the training ground instantly shifted. A flicker of heat passed through the air—not from fire, but from excitement. Dozens of eyes lit up with a brilliant gleam, each one belonging to a young elite overflowing with pride and ambition.
These weren't ordinary geniuses—they were the chosen, the exceptional, the prodigies of their respective families and planets. Each of them carried the belief that they were born to reach the peak, and when a chance came to demonstrate their superiority, none of them hesitated.
Naturally, when the red-robed elder mentioned a competition—a comparison of Concept comprehension—it struck a chord deep within their bones.
They were all geniuses, and there was no better battlefield for ego and talent than one where one's understanding of the Laws would be measured. There would be no excuse, no hiding behind brute strength. It would be a pure test of insight.
