Before Eleanor could drown completely in her turmoil, Scáthach's voice cut through her thoughts like the edge of a blade.
"General Arrichion," she commanded, "return to the academy and inform the Core Magic Department that Eleanor will occupy the Origin Thunder Seed chamber for the next forty-eight hours. After that, bring her back to me."
Arrichion hesitated, his brow furrowing. "Supreme Grandmaster, the Thunder Seed schedule is always crowded. Shouldn't we allow them time to reschedule? And Eleanor will miss several classes during this period."
Scáthach's eyes sharpened. "They have no choice but to obey."
