It is said that the eye of the storm is always the calmest part of the storm, no matter how chaotic it is.
And in the same way, Aramith, who remained the focal point of this brewing storm reamined in a safe place under Lynnor's wing, unaware that several people had put him in their eyes as a cancer that needed to be removed.
And this wasn't the thought of students alone, but several teachers as well.
At the moment, he was in his room, seated on the bed with a slight frown on his face.
He stared in his palm, entirely focused on the darkness that had taken the form of a flame, sitting calmly.
"I'm getting weaker," he said.
Ever since they arrived, he'd been aware of his depleting energy.
All the Youm he'd stored while in the city of Yumaris was slowly seeping out of him.
It was like a tiny crack in a ball of smoke, only allowing tiny wisps to leak, but with it happening constantly, he couldn't help but worry.
Two thoughts crossed his mind as he studied this.
