The world in Timothy's eyes shifted and changed—his immediate surroundings blurring and swirling, caught up in a flurry of scenes until it finally cleared.
His vision recovered.
The questions were at last over and he escaped unscathed. The dark-haired young man looked left and right. Unease chilled his veins. He once thought that those Mages who performed explosive feats of fireballs and lightning blasts were at the pinnacle of power.
And yet there was a gnawing sensation that prickled the back of his neck.
He didn't see Kai anymore when he came back to his senses. Perhaps the others have made him left, but it didn't feel like he was alone. How many eyes did they have on him? On Han? His pale hand clutched the bag tighter as he moved out of the hallway and into another one. He needed to get away. He ran and followed where his legs would take him.
But he knew what he wanted.
