Arthur turned to face the knight instructor, standing composed amid the shaken soldiers. Unlike the others—who were still rattled, their ears still ringing and minds reeling—Arthur exuded a sense of calm, the only sign of the explosion's impact being the faint ringing in his own ears.
"What did you say?" Arthur asked, his voice louder than usual, still struggling to hear properly.
The instructor's brows furrowed before he repeated, this time in a louder voice, "What happened here?! Was there an attack?"
Arthur shook his head. "No, that explosion was my doing."
Silence fell over the training grounds. The instructor's brows furrowed in disbelief, mirroring the stunned expressions of the gathered knights and mages.
"Your Majesty… you caused that?" His voice was laced with skepticism as his gaze flicked between Arthur and the scorched patch of earth where the barrel had once stood.