Senses

Rowan stood in silence for a while.

"Let's go."

The words had barely left his mouth when he was already by the door.

Holden and Rin looked toward one another and then rushed after Rowan.

It was one thing to make the trip to Thistle Brook City. That was an annoyance in itself. The travel, even with the fastest steeds, would take days. Who wanted to be on the road for that long just to deal with an ant?

But if Theron was in the Imperial Capital… that was a different matter entirely. They had their own pride as well.

**

Theron's head was practically tilted up to the skies. But there was no sea of blue and streams of clouds above him. No—there was a ceiling that certainly seemed as tall as one, though.

The Main Imperial Academy made the Thistle Brook branch seem impossibly small and tiny. As he passed by streams of people, he felt like he picked out a Gold Mancer at least once every ten or so, a ratio that made little to no sense.