Noah walked through the academy halls, his footsteps echoing against the marble floors as his mind raced. Master Anng's words kept repeating in his head: 'Magical gifts... powers rooted in their essence.'
'So I was right,' he thought, running a hand through his hair. 'These white lines aren't tied to my void system at all. They're something else. Something older.'
He turned down a quieter corridor, away from the bustle of students heading to their next classes. The solitude helped him think clearer, piece things together.
'But why can't I control them?' he wondered, frowning. 'They show up whenever they want, stay as long as they want. There's got to be a pattern.'
His mind drifted back to his fights with Raven. Those white lines had saved his ass both times, showing him exactly where the attacks would land. Same with the Harbingers - he'd seen their killing moves before they happened.
