Chapter 62: Boss(3)
It started with the flowers.
Blue, gold, and violet. Sprouting from between the floor tiles of the Class B hall first near the walls, then under the benches, then directly in the open center of the dueling floor.
Eugene Trunsoest stepped away from the center ring, his boots crunching on tile as more vines cracked through the seams. He glanced over his shoulder at Marlon, who was walking in from the sparring lanes with two practice swords slung under his arm.
"You seeing this?" Eugene asked.
Marlon slowed. "Yeah."
More flowers bloomed. Fast. Controlled. No magic circles. No chant No one casting
Around them, the rest of the class started noticing too some getting up from benches, others pointing at the floor or backing away from the vines crawling along the walls.
"Is this... scheduled?" one of the students asked aloud.
"No," Eugene said
The atmosphere shifted.
The lights overhead dimmed. Not from a power failure more like the color was being pulled out of the air itself. Students turned toward the doors.