The overworked power grid groaned as emergency lights blinked on, casting the plaza in a faint, unsettling light and sending the gathered aspirants into brief chaos.
"What happened?!"
"Did he break it? He actually broke the whole system!"
"The power's out! We're trapped!"
The panic was short-lived. Principal Alistair Finch, still standing calmly on the dais, simply raised a hand.
A gentle, pure white light emanated from him, washing over the plaza.
The emergency lights stabilized, the secondary systems hummed back to life, and a sense of profound calm settled over the terrified crowd. His control was absolute.
The door to Daniel's test pod hissed open, revealing him standing calmly inside, the unreleased singularity arrow having dissipated from his bowstring.
He blinked, adjusting to the dim emergency lighting, a look of faint disappointment on his face.