When Devon said that Cass was allergic to alarms, he wasn't kidding.
Nox stood by the bedside in a black uniform jacket and pants with golden lines around the neck and cuffs, with the Academy's logo on the left chest area.
On his left wrist was a more permanent version of the previous watch he wore during the test.
It had been a week since the results were announced and not much had happened… well, except for the fact that the other students had started growing unwanted interest in him.
Most were curious about what his scores in the combat tests were, had he failed so bad that the system just decided to give him question marks?
Or had he gotten a never before seen grade that even the system couldn't process?
That was the question on all their minds, and even if Nox wanted to tell them his combat test grades, he couldn't.
After all, the headmistress had refused to reveal what it was, only telling him that he passed and he NEEDED to attend both combat and Engineering classes.
