This was true enlightenment of the way of the sword engraved into Licht's very being through illusion and sheer will.
It was so mystical that by the time Licht exited from that trance-like state, the bell had already rung and class was being dismissed.
Licht had to take a few moments to get himself together and adjust to the present, and after doing so, he pulled out his phone to check his schedule as he made his way to the next lecture.
But as he turned the corner, A familiar figure appeared in the hallway, one he hadn't expected to see again so soon.
"Riven?"
The figure heard Licht's call and froze up and tried to dodge, but Licht wouldn't let up so easily
"Riven? It's you, right?"
Licht's eyes suddenly narrowed as his voice grew cold "Come here."
After saying this, Licht was prepared for Riven to snap and break out into another brawl, so he was greatly surprised when Riven obediently stepped forward.
But something was… off.
