At twenty-eight years old, Owen Liddell was one of the remarkable people under thirty that held a Class and Level far above those of people around his age—no, even much higher than even people older than him. It was a secret, a heavily guarded one, and even letting it slip once had paid its price in blood. He was used to hearing praises and acknowledgement, but if there was anything that had baffled him…
It was his new Student.
Han.
There were already secrets revolving around him, even his grandmother was surprised that her husband had allowed two young men to enroll late. But the Headmaster was too silent about it, unwilling to divulge anything else. And perhaps that only made it more interesting to have him.
