"Thank you for putting up with me this past month."
Androxus had told Brandon that he couldn't oversee his training anymore.
Of course, Brandon wanted to ask, but refrained from doing so.
After all, Androxus wouldn't tell him anything.
He had immersed in training for the entirety of the winter break, pushing himself to limits even he didn't know he had.
While winter break wasn't over yet, and there was still a month before the second semester opened, Brandon had never stayed idle.
He wanted to put his training to the test.
And recently, his disdain for Wraith cultists had skyrocketed.
He absolutely detested them.
They all had to die.
For that reason, Brandon delved into the dark web, taking on mercenary jobs that involved hunting down Wraith cultists.
He donned a dark hood and used the Mirage Mask, twisting its form to hide his identity completely—while also hiding the fact that it was the Mirage Mask.
