Chapter 28: Old Duldor’s shock
On the other hand, the air crackled with pure pressure, the sky above Silver Blade Academy deepening into a solemn dusk, and yet—within the courtyard, a white streak tore across the tiled ground like a comet striking the earth.
Principal Duldor sprinted at full speed, a feat unseen in decades.
His old bones creaked in protest, but the sword in his hand glinted with a strange, pure aura—something unseen in the academy for many years.
His robes whipped violently in the wind, strands of his silver hair fluttering behind him as though the wind itself was drawn into his wake.
His face was grim.
Why? he asked himself.
Why does my heart race when I think of Nolan? Why does my instinct scream 'Grimm?'
He couldn't explain it. But when he checked Nolan's room using his spy crystal and it didn't work, and in that moment, he immediately remembered for some unknown reason where a teacher in the assessment program named Granfire said that Nolan was a grimm.
His instincts flared like they hadn't in years.
He had no proof, but there was something—something—about that man.
A spy aura.