After calming down his enraged clones, Cael left the training room and started walking toward Seraphina's office.
The corridors of the academy were quiet at this hour, with most students either in classes or training grounds.
His footsteps echoed softly against the polished stone floor as he made his way through the building.
A few days ago, Seraphina had told him he could choose any body technique as a reward for capturing Seris.
Now he was going to claim his hard-earned reward.
-WHOOSH
A gust of wind passed him as Cael looked up toward the sky.
Helicopters were carrying heavy loads to a location in the distance.
The aircraft moved in formation, their rotors chopping through the air in unison.
And that helicopter was not alone. More than fifty of them were engaged in the same work, their cargo suspended beneath them like offerings being carried to an altar.
Cael did not know what they were doing, but he could guess that it had something to do with the so-called tournament.
