Caspian moved towards Darian.
Darian sat alone on a bench, arms crossed.
Caspian stopped in front of him. "Darian, join my team."
Darian barely looked up. "Thanks for the offer but I'm already in Oliver's team."
Caspian's expression didn't change, but inwardly, he was caught off guard.
Oliver's team?
He hadn't expected Darian to actively join anyone. And more than that—Oliver's team was stacked.
Darian must have noticed his reaction because he added, "Yeah. It's me, Oliver, Raidon, Marin, and Zexin."
Caspian exhaled. That wasn't just a strong team. That was an elite team.
Oliver was one of the strongest swordsmen in the class. Raidon specialized in lightning magic, fast and precise. Marin had an unpredictable fighting style that made her a wild card, and Zexin… that guy had a unique form of spatial magic that could make any fight a nightmare for opponents.
A team of five aces.
Caspian folded his arms. "Didn't expect you to team up with anyone."
