The instructor continued the class. However, Soren's mind was not focused.
The whispers from his coursemates did not help his case.
He could not help it. A lot had happened this morning.
The attack in his room.
The Glassheart taken from him as punishment.
Of course, he did not care too much about that part.
But he could not shake the feeling that, for some reason, someone was trying to cripple him.
Like they were planning something big and wanted him out of the way.
To make matters worse, the information that Tommy was missing sat atop it all.
At such a time, Soren's Blackfield reacted.
Whoosh...
Soren waved a hand—catching the projectile, mid-air.
It was a leaf.
How could a leaf move at such speed?
Then Soren remembered. He turned, looking far right.
Polystar.
He adjusted his glasses, signalling with a hand for Soren to flip the leaf.
Soren did.
"I have information about Tommy's whereabouts. He is not missing."
Soren's eyes widened.
