Chapter 82: My ****
"Wipe that scowl off your face," Merin said dryly, arms crossed as she leaned beside the frame of the transfer gate corridor. "You’re not walking into a battlefield."
Zephyr didn’t reply.
He merely exhaled through his nose, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve, flattening the tension from his features until his expression became unreadable.
His fingers tightened slightly around the thin, metallic token.
After leaving the cafeteria, they went to the administration hall to get his transfer token. It was a single use token, no return trip. Once used, the token would burn itself out, and wherever he ended up, he’d have to stay. At least until someone with authority sent for him again.
Now, here he was—standing at the threshold and without a word, Zephyr stepped forward.
He raised the token and place it in mid air, in between the pillar like structure, dragging his hands down, it was like using a knife to tear open a curtain. The space in front of him rippled like water.
He looked ahead, and he could see people moving around, non even spared him a glance as if the tearing of space was normal. At least in this world, it was.
He turned to stare at Merin. "This is it". His voice was dry barely concealing his emotions, she was officially the only person he could have a talk with. The first person that hasn’t treated him like he was a stain.
Keal don’t count. Neither did Mr. Fisher.
"Yeah it’s true". She smiled at him. "I’m going to miss my favorite student".