Northern returned to Lithia immediately, leaving his clone to handle matters for the rest of the day. Depending on how things unfolded, he might even let it continue until the end of the contest. Still, he remained skeptical—there were a few people he wanted to test himself against.
Particularly the student council president and her team. That group intrigued him the most.
For now, though, his focus shifted back to Lithia.
The cramped space of his room felt slightly uncomfortable, not in size but in atmosphere. Despite the brilliant shafts of light that managed to seep through the small window, the corners remained stubbornly cloaked in shadows. Darkness clung there, unmoving.
Northern exhaled and stood up. Over the past few hours, several people—acting under Paragon Raizel's instruction—had knocked on his door, only to be met with silence.
Now, for the first time in the day, even though noon had long arrived, his door finally creaked open.
