“Where is he?” Aart shouts once he spots Leuthar, who has taken the liberty of ending yet another man’s life. “Where is Indigo?”
After all her travels, Fay finds herself closer to the capital by three villages now. Although it still isn’t much considering she still has miles to go—and about twenty more of said villages to pass through—she still sees it as a victory, as every little
Indigo stumbles into his dorm room. He barely makes it to the
By the time he’s had his third awakening amidst the cold and dreary night, Indigo learns to pay it no heed. He frowns, shuffles to the side of his bed, while staring at the ominous-looking letter, with burnt edges, that has been slipped beneath his door.
Just when Indigo thinks things couldn’t get any worse, they do.
Indigo gulps as he enters the Academy and tries to keep a neutral stance. Even if it isn’t under the circumstances he’d expected, he cannot deny a very, very tiny and inconspicuous piece of this journey is quite similar to his childhood dream—eerily so.
They say that all Fendriaks worthy of power have a soul, an invisible force filled with memories and gifts that travel from one vessel to the next—but my soul has a twisted sense of humor,