An Invitation From The Shadow Cult

A thick murderous wave of aura emanated from Zeras, his white hair blowing around his head, even in the absence of wind while a singular black dot appeared in his left eye.

If there was a single thing he hated the most, it would be somebody sneaking in on him. He had placed very much trust in his dorm room.

Why?

Not only was it impossible for anyone to enter the place due to the security protocol, but it would also lead to very severe punishment which could even sometimes lead to being sent away from the EIA if caught no matter one's position or reason.

Yet, he could feel it deep within his soul. There was something together with him in this room.

"Hey, I don't know if anyone ever told you before but don't you know there's something called privacy?"

The air immediately exploded as a hand tore through the air, causing slight red sparks of flame due to the friction.