It had been two days since the Black Lightning clone had killed Seris.
Or at least, that's what Cael was thinking. Cael did not know that she had resurrected.
As far as he was concerned, the variable had been eliminated.
The threat was gone. He could finally stop overthinking.
Currently, he was in his room, sorting through his clothes and necessities for the next two weeks.
His bed was covered with folded shirts, pants, and a few dark hoodies he had grown fond of.
His space pouch lay open on the desk, already half-filled with potions, spare identification cards, and a small stack of UTM notes.
The reason he was preparing to leave was simple.
The selections for The Grand Summit Trials were about to begin.
Due to the overwhelming number of participants in Karyal City, the Council had decided to distribute the selection process across multiple cities.
