The demise of the most powerful class had been foretold when Blame went missing a year ago. Ever since then nothing seemed to have been right for the Skippers. Briane always complained to the teachers why they allowed Blame for a solo mission, which disrupted their classes, as Michelle would then start to argue that it was Blame’s fault for not telling them about it in the first place. Reigna always tried to stop them arguing while Jane would agree with Michelle. In the end, Hail would use his authority to make them go back to their seats, their mouth zipped. This scenario caused the teacher’s distress, owing for most instructors to be distant with the class, which was why, more often than not, their classes were suspended. Now that they have Blame back, they didn’t think she’d be separated from them once again. Even though she’d only been transferred to the Nobles, the fact that she’d never be with them irked Briane. He blamed and cursed the school’s system for putting Blam

Three days had passed after Mr. Heirt beat the best out of the Skippers, and Reigna was assured that she needed to have some will to get stronger. But she’s always been a loser in training. She hated physical activities much as she denied her homework. It’s the one thing that made her a picture of insult from her siblings and even from her mom. Yes, they get along sometimes; however, her mom didn’t approve of her being so unwilling to train. “Physical strength is to be measured by your own willingness to get beyond your status quo. If you’re unwilling, you can drop my subject. Yes, indeed, that’s the best option I can offer you.” The wrinkly and old Mrs. Halcht surveyed the Skipper as they spar, her hands shaking on her stick. She wanted to just stay seated, but her body knew no boundaries. Briane was paired with Hail who, for some reason, was taking the friendly sparring seriously. Both of them already has bruises, but Briane’s forehead was bleeding. Beside them wer

Briane was staring at the fire crackling at the woods he assembled in the corner. The blended color of orange and yellow were the only ones that illuminate the pitch-black night. There’s no moon and the sky was damped, though now and then, a long streak of lightning would dance at the heaven. But that’s not what’s bothering Briane. It’s the mere fact that he and the Skippers have been out in the field for over five days that irked him so much. They haven’t had a good meal. All they’ve been eating were fruits and vegetables they managed to get at the Forbidden Forest.Looking at his hands, he found the dirt lying on his nails disgusting. He’d never been a clean freak, but he always made sure that he’s well-tended, especially because women wouldn’t look at a man who’s not cleaning himself.“Are you okay, Man?” said Berry, making himself comfortable in his opposite direction.Never in his wilde

Granny brushed the grayish strands of Z’s hair, her brows furrowing, her forehead a little wrinkly. It’s been a while since she concocted a potion for herself. She’s just way too busy tending with the Shadowests’ welfare that it became so hard to find time for something trivial as making her features younger. Though her body’s already reverting to its original form, she found it easy to ignore, especially when she’s been worried sick about Z.As Z stirred, Granny started working on the monitor beside her bed to stabilize the flow of blood in Z’s body, still thinking about what she’d unravel while she’s asleep. She didn’t want to think about it, but she’s been having a lot of theories lately. One of them should at least be clarified right now or else she’d turn insane.“Do you feel something?” said Granny the moment Z opened her eyes. She sat back to her stool, crossing her arms.

The Nobles took a moment to process what Z had just said. They just stared at each other, their eyes wide, trying to commune through their orbs. Sloane, who’s still annoyed by Z’s superior act, faked a laugh.“Honestly, You Former Skipper, you almost got me there.” She slapped her legs, still going on with her fake laugh. “Do you really think there really are wolves out here? Come on! We’re at the school!”Z shook her head, feeling the pack drawing nearer and nearer while they’re stalling. There would be no point arguing with her now. They must evacuate as soon as possible. With only four fighting Wielders, they wouldn’t stand a chance against the enormous prowess wolves possessed.Anastasia and the twins, their hands intertwined firmly with each other, turned frozen in their seats, their breathing rather fast. Z didn’t blame them. Wolves were ancient creatures known to have battled Henmulga to death, p