(Aeris POV)
The room stretched with an unbearable silence, the tension so thick that a knife could slice through it.
Damon and others had begun to pack their stuff. Rhydian stood alone in one corner, his jaws clenched tightly but he didn't voice out his frustration.
Damon's look was cold and sharp like an ice icicle. Mr. Four Eyes mostly helped him.
Meanwhile, Alaric stood by the window staring at the dark orange sky with faint rays of gold. His expression was disturbed, the usual bubbly smile was nowhere in sight.
"We'll be leaving in a few minutes," Rhydian said calmly from where he stood.
I nodded, packing the last bits of my belongings in my bag.
I sighed deeply, my shoulders slumped. I had thought I had finally unlocked my magical power, but now, I could not reassess it.
'Does that mean that it hasn't fully awakened?' I furrowed my brows, trying to conjure magic… but all I conjured was a pathetic wave of shame.
