Diana, thinking of the pain as nothing more than the sharp edges of the stone scratching her palm, slowly walks towards Edwin.
Dr. Edwin takes that so-called "deity stone" from Diana's hand.
"First of all, stop naming it just anything. How about calling it the Divine Stone?" she suggests a name.
"Divine Stone?" Edwin repeats.
"Then Divine Stone it is, and our project will also be named Divine Stone," Edwin says firmly, after taking the stone from Diana's hand.
And just as Diana gives it away, the stone starts showing signs of anger and begins to move. It frightens all the doctors and they instinctively take a step-back when they suddenly see the stone moving without any human assistance. Diana, however, was experiencing a bit of pain in her palm, but she did not give any attention believing that it was just a cut of the sharp ends of the stone. The very next moment, the stone begins closing its glowing eyes, and its strange gaze slowly starts to dim.
"I want someone… someone from whom I can draw strength… someone who can restore my power. I'll make her my host and…" before it could finish its thought, its power fades away and the glow it was radiating vanishes completely.
On the other side, a faint red glow begins appearing in Diana's fingers, though she does not notice it at all because it could hardly be seen with bare eyes. And as soon as the stone stops glowing and moving, everyone becomes calm once again, not paying the slightest attention to Diana's small injury caused by the stone or to her faintly glowing fingers.
Meanwhile, Zyric had gone to the canteen during the lunch period. The canteen was overcrowded with students, yet no one even considered sitting at the table where Zyric was seated. And why would anyone want to sit with the "loser kid"?
Zyric stared single-mindedly at the corner in which Raven was having a lunch. She had been allowed a separate table, as she was much gifted and, in this abode, giftedness as a thing was admired and respected over all other things.Zyric knew that very well.
"One day, I will also sit at that place," he muttered under his breath, his eyes locked on Raven. "I will also become very talented," Zyric promised himself silently in his thoughts.
Just at the very moment when Zyric began opening the lunch he had managed to buy with his last bit of money, someone suddenly placed a shoe, covered in dirt, directly on top of his food, ruining it completely. Zyric quickly pulled back in shock at the sight.
"What are you doing?" Zyric demanded, raising his eyes toward David.
"Huh, you really thought we would leave you alone? And after you got us threatened by that doctor? Never. You only survived there because of her, but here…" David sneered, stepping up onto the table and deliberately crushing Zyric's food with his filthy shoes.
Zyric had spent his very last money to buy that lunch, and his body was already weak, as he had lost too much blood the previous day, and after resting so little, his strength was nearly gone.
"Look, you guys… I am very tired. Even yesterday, I was badly hurt, and it was because…" Zyric tried to explain, hoping they would at least spare him from bullying today.
"Was hurt? Because of us? Are you trying to say you got hurt because of us?" David snapped, and before Zyric could respond, he punched him hard, aiming directly at the same injury that had been caused by his squirrel yesterday.
Blood immediately started flowing more rapidly from Zyric's wound, and his body staggered backwards. David then mercilessly pressed his dirty shoe against Zyric's chest as he lay helplessly on the floor.
"You want to eat, right? Then eat my shoes," David mocked. "Do you even know how expensive they are? If you sell just the laces of this shoe, you could eat comfortably for the rest of your life. Ask me if you want them, I might even let you take them. I won't deny."
Zyric looked at David with burning anger in his eyes. Then, turning his head for a moment, his gaze fell on Raven. She was smiling while eating her food, not sparing even a glance at him. To her, he meant nothing at all. Naturally Raven had helped him last night, but now she made it plain she had nothing whatever to do with him.
Just at that moment, David kicked him again in the chest with his mud boots. After that, David and Matteo turned away, ready to leave.
Zyric, summoning what little strength he had left, somehow stood up and looked at his ruined lunch box, now full of dirt and mud from David's shoe. In a sudden burst of defiance, Zyric lifted the tiffin and hurled it directly at David's head. The contents splattered everywhere, David's entire body was soaked in soup, rice, and the very mud from his own shoes. The filthy mixture dripped across his face, hair, and uniform.
David's face twisted in rage. Soaked in food and filth, he stormed back toward Zyric and, with uncontrollable fury, began beating him with all his strength. His fists targeted Zyric's head again and again, striking mercilessly as if he wanted blood to pour endlessly.