Chapter 97: Space source
After Zephyr’s in-depth explanation, Samantha seemed to let the idea go—not out of agreement, but something closer to resignation. She had only asked on impulse anyway.
What truly unsettled her wasn’t just the technique—it was him.
She had never once seen Zephyr train. Not seriously. Getting him to show up for group sessions had taken relentless pestering, and even then, he often stood around looking bored, half-asleep, or conveniently disappeared midway through.
And yet... he had just displayed a technique far beyond their current level. A technique no one else in their grade was supposed to be able to grasp.
But she didn’t paster him anymore, because ultimately, it didn’t matter.
There were only two days left in the academy anyway. Tomorrow was the final team battle. The day after that, they would all return to their clans, or in some cases find out potent sources scattered across the world like the last pieces of a broken game board.
In her case... she’d be going back to her family.
Back to clan White, a vessel under the royal clan. And she was not looking forward to it.
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"And they wonder why I skip battle drills". Zephyr muttered, voice muffled against the cold gym floor.
They were all down—flat, wheezing, sprawled like broken marionettes. Even Samantha, the pride of their squad, was lying on her back, arms spread wide, chest rising and falling like she’d run a marathon. Whatever grace she usually carried had long since evaporated under the weight of exhaustion.