"A tri-hybrid!?" thought Sorey, a shiver running through his body. He wasn't the only one frozen in place. The other students stood still, mouths agape, their eyes locked on their professor's new appearance. Zahir's four large black wings stretched into the sky, blocking the light like a curtain of shadow.
"So that's why they call him the fraud... He was born from three different races. He has all the advantages that come with it," said Keldo, clenching his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.
"So? Are you finally giving up? Usually, as soon as my opponents find out I'm a tri-hybrid, they lay down their weapons. Don't be ashamed to do the same," Zahir taunted, a mocking smile stretching across his lips.
"You may be a tri-hybrid, but I don't see why we should be afraid," Zayren shot back, his voice loud and determined, echoing through the arena. He squared his shoulders, meeting the professor's gaze with defiance.
