Jyorta placed his hand over his chest, feeling his heart race like crazy, as if he had just sprinted at full speed for 200 metres. Faint traces of sweat appeared on his skin—gushed out through the pores—making the tracksuit stick to his body.
Looking at the broiling winds that impacted the barrier, Jyorta felt a sense of foreboding, making him worry. He swerved his head, looking past each faces gathered in the ground, avoiding all the Warriors, focusing only on the Espers.
"I'll be back," He said to the Warrior boy, rushing through the crowd, searching for a figure with short stature. Soon, he paused in place, trying his best to calm himself down. After taking in a deep breath, he began to walk with composure, weaving through the crowd.
The students got flustered at the ensuing phenomenon, noticing the figures of Madam Mary, and Madam Mila disappear from view; discussions erupted among them, trying to guess the reason.
