The next day arrived. The sun rose over the Golden Scale Academy, casting long shadows across the stone pathways and training grounds.
Students moved in small groups, their voices low, their eyes still heavy with sleep.
Among them walked a boy with white hair and clear blue eyes. A mask covered his nose and lips.
A sky-blue cap sat low on his forehead, hiding his features from casual glances.
It was Cael's arrogant Frostflame clone.
For the last thirty hours, he had been searching for the culprit who had used Temporal Reverie on the main body.
Along with him, the cautious Wind clone, the trash-talking Black Lightning clone, and the competitive Space clone were also on the task.
They already had a lead. Or to be precise, they had a suspect. And finding him had been relatively easy.
Cael had given his permission to find the culprit, no matter the cost, whatever it took.
They were all too aware of the situation. Finding the one responsible took priority over everything else.
