That divine, perfect figure belonged to Bruce Ackerman.
It wasn't official, no one had said it aloud, but it was obvious. Her obsession with him, the way she looked at him, the way she stopped caring about anything else since meeting him, it was clear as day.
"She's a Reign," Aria said finally, breaking the silence again. "Why isn't she going after points? Why's she sitting there doing nothing? She stopped hunting after hitting just one thousand."
The others nodded in agreement. It didn't make sense. Sophie Reign, a scion of one of the most powerful families in the world, wasn't the type to settle for mediocrity. She should've been fighting tooth and nail for the top rank, not meditating in some random cave while the rest bled for points.
"Maybe she's conserving mana?" one muttered.
"Or waiting for something?" another guessed.
But no one could come up with a real reason that made sense.
Lucen frowned, his gaze flicking from Sophie's screen to Bruce's.
