Chapter 85: A Talk
"How many marks are going to appear on my body?"
Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at the spot on my chest. The black spiral mark had lightened slightly with a greyish tone.
I did not feel anything from it other than its rough lines.
The pain had faded. Leaving nothing more than my twisted chest and dried up blood, which was far away from the bloodish kind of blood.
Whatever that meant.
I reached for the wardrobe near the mirror and took out a plain white tunic. Normal clothing one could wear when no one is around.
"I can figure all this out tomorrow," I mumbled, pulling at my clothes. "For today, I have one last thing to do."
Turning around, I walked towards my desk—reddish brown mahogany desk. It was rectangular, with two drawers on each side tucked underneath the desktop. The top was empty, with no books to be seen.
I was yet to choose my classes.
But that was tomorrow's thing. Now, my focus was solely on the blue crystalline orb sitting on a soft red cushion. It was slightly pulsating with a white light, meaning the connection was established.
This crystal, made out of the mana stone, is known as a Communication Crystal.