They said there was always a way out, and even now, Greg still clung to a sliver of hope.
Although he hadn't expected Olivia to be the one drawing the topic, that didn't mean the situation was completely out of control.
After all, while Olivia did whatever she pleased, her luck wasn't necessarily that bad.
So as long as she drew the topic from the original story, everything would still be within his control.
"So please, you damn cowgirl, I'm willing to trade one of Hachimi's lives-"
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out from the projection without warning, striking the little wooden box used to draw the topic with perfect accuracy.
Wood splinters flew everywhere. Under the blast of lightning, the little box containing five sets of topics instantly shattered into a heap of charred fragments.
"..."
In the waiting room, every student watching the magical projection stared wide-eyed, their mouths forming circles.
They exchanged looks, disbelief written all over their faces.
"What just happened?"
"The Academy Head of the Glory Kael Magic Academy just shot the wooden box for the Final Defense topic draw?"
"Why on earth would she do that? What did that box ever do to her?"
While the others were still puzzling over it, Greg's strength gave out.
He felt as though that single shot had drained every ounce of strength from his body, and his eyes lost focus.
He could already sense that Olivia would seize the opportunity to pull something huge, far beyond anything he'd anticipated.
Victoria's eyes widened at the sight as well. "I'd noticed some symptoms before, but has the Academy Head really gone mad?"
Sylvia's voice held a trace of disbelief. "Then wouldn't the topic for the Final Defense..."
"Yeah, it'll probably become something else. Looks like all our earlier preparation was