Weeding Out

Ludwig sat back down, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as they scanned the room. The tension was palpable, the air thick with uncertainty and fear. The remaining students were a mix of confusion and desperation, their eyes darting between each other and the screen above, where the numbers taunted them.

Bron seemed to understand Ludwig's reasoning for distancing himself from the rest of the group. Without a word, he walked away and leaned against a nearby wall, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable.

Minerva, however, moved closer to Ludwig, sitting down beside him on the cold stone floor. Her eyes followed the chaos unfolding in the room, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

"L-ludwig," one of the students stammered, stepping forward. "Are you not going to help us?"

Ludwig paused, his gaze shifting to the student. "Why should I?" he replied, his tone calm but firm.