They left her.
All of them.
Faustina's blank, brown eyes stared into nothingness as he stood in the dark—all alone. Her eyelids were heavy, daring to close and shed imperceptible tears. Faustina was frozen in the spot, like a hollow doll left alone in the obscure night.
Faustina couldn't catch up to Anakin.
Mana revitalizer? Manipulator? Apologize?
Faustina remembers correctly that mana is something that couldn't be stolen! How in the world is there a gem that could absorb other's mana?
"I don't get it . . . I never stole any people's mana . . . th-that's impossible," Faustina said. It was true. She really did not know that mana can be stolen. But Faustina didn't deny that she was the cause of other examinees' fail.
"You didn't," it was Michelle who spoke.
"Michelle . . ." Faustina exclaimed, trying to smile.
