Arhal City, Golden Scale Academy, inside the guest dorm room.
"It is just that... you would not want your academy's students to be in the medical dorm during the selections. Would you?"
As soon as Ethan heard those words, he remained silent.
Not because he could retort, but because he could not even speak. His throat felt dry. His tongue felt heavy.
The weight of Cael's presence pressed down on him like a physical force.
Cael let out a sigh. He knew he was venting on Ethan because of the vision he had just seen.
The stadium full of corpses, the Wraith Princess, the flames that almost consumed him.
It was not Ethan's fault. But the frustration had nowhere else to go.
He deactivated the skill and sat back on the bed.
Ethan gradually recovered his breath. His hands were still trembling slightly.
He had not expected the Everbright representative to be so confident, so strong, so utterly overwhelming.
Slowly, Ethan calmed himself and said,
