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.
