Xane slowly walked to his room, all while seething in anger. He looked at his shaking right hand and screamed. "Fck, why the hell did I stop training?"
This burst out shocked Zayn. This was the first time he had seen Xane this serious.
Zayn said in a low tone. [Xane, calm down. You know that even if we have trained day and night, we will still be no match for hex art.]
Xane looked up and the evening sky. The slight cool breeze on his face helped him calm a bit.
He rubbed his eyes and questioned himself.
Zayn asked in confusion. [What happened?]
Xane thought about everything in the canteen. 'It was so unlike me. From when do I even start caring about saving my face? Did that Samule guy use some mind control hex art on me?'
After reading that entire file about different core hex art, he knew there were hex arts that could manipulate other emotions.
