Author Of Worlds: I Reincarnated Into My Novel As A Random Character

In another part of the academy, someone else also wore a troubled expression.

Staring at the line of glowing words projected by the system, Sylvia cursed under her breath.

"How frustrating."

Her ability had been taken away, and although the week would pass like any other, the sensation of powerlessness left a bitter taste in her mouth.

With a sigh, she rose from her bed and walked to the wooden table not far from where she had been lying.

The dim light of the room flickered faintly across her face as her gaze shifted to the open book resting on the table.

The title etched in bold letters on the page read, "The Great Battle Between Origin Paths and Bloodlines."

...

Elsewhere, at the monolith.

Desmond resisted the urge to smash himself on the forehead. His thoughts churned as he muttered inwardly, ’Now how do I explain this to the academy?’

He had no answers, no excuses, only the reality of failure.

With a reluctant sigh, he reached into his origin ring and retrieved a slim, crystalline device that resembled a phone. Tapping the surface, he dialed a sequence of numbers.