The Child of Stillness
Tension in every line of his body, like a match waiting to be struck.
Elarion didn’t give him the courtesy of a glance.
Instead, his eyes drifted to the rest.
A muscular guy with crimson hair, boots kicked up on his desk, gave a sharp grin. "Well, here’s the prodigy, then," he drawled, arms behind his head. His mana buzzed like a broken engine—loud, reckless.
Beside him, a girl with glasses, legs crossed, book open and already halfway finished, sighed without looking up. “And you’re probably already planning to fight him. Idiot.” She flipped a page, unimpressed.
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