The sun kept shining, its warmth stinging Azriel's skin, which only served to irritate him.
The clock ticked endlessly, its monotonous rhythm echoing in the classroom, a loop that seemed eternal.
The sound of pencils scraping against paper grated on his ears.
Azriel rested his head on his arms, which were folded atop his desk. He was already done with the test and merely waiting for the instructor to move things along.
'...I wonder what her [unique skill] really is.'
His thoughts naturally drifted to the person sitting next to him—Celestina Frost. She had also finished her test and was waiting just like him.
'Does this mean her [unique skill] has multiple forms? Can she shift into different void creatures?'
So many questions swirled in his mind, but Azriel doubted she'd give him any answers.
At least, he thought so. Honestly, after what he had witnessed yesterday, he wasn't sure what to think about her anymore—or what she might or might not do.
