Chapter 105: The Weight of the Shield (Part 1)
Back to the early evening when Strike Team Zero stepped out of the elite Vanguard Forge.
Draven, Aegon, and Lucien walked ahead. They were busy discussing the upcoming Midterm Exams and the Miasma Tower logistics. But Natalie stopped walking. She stood in the dimly lit hallway and looked back at the giant boy trailing behind them.
Bram was walking quietly. His massive shoulders were slightly hunched. He offered a polite smile to a passing Vanguard guard, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
Natalie was a sensory archer. Her magic allowed her to feel the microscopic shifts in the air, the heartbeat of a monster, and the emotional resonance of the people around her. Right now, the resonance coming from Bram was suffocating.
She walked up and gently grabbed his thick sleeve.
"Bram," Natalie said softly.
He stopped and looked down at her.
"Yes, Natalie? Do you need me to carry something?"
