Steven tried his absolute best to conjure up and sustain a flame on his palm but all he managed to conjure was a single small flicker which was immediately snuffed off by the blowing wind. The other students who had managed to conjure up and sustain flames greater than his which could not be put out by a meagre breeze looked at Steven, whispering and muttering to one another, wondering if truly the son of the Dragon General was struggling so much just to conjure up a small flicker of a flame.
Steven, hearing the whispers of the other students, gritted his teeth in frustration and for brief moment, the meagre flicker of a flame grew ever so slightly, not so much that the other students could notice but Fernrino who had been keeping an eye on Steven ever since the exercise stared managed to notice both the flickering flame and frustration in Steven’s eyes.
“Alright that’s enough”, Fernrino spoke, signally to the students that they could stop with the exercise.