Hearing the alarming report from Zel, who had briefly witnessed Lewis being mistreated by Virel during their lesson, Draen immediately rose from his seat. His chair scraped against the floor as a dangerous chill spread through the study.
Without wasting another second, he extended his senses through his mana, searching for Lewis from across the estate.
The moment he found him, Draen's expression darkened.
Through the flow of mana, he could both see and hear what was happening inside the lesson room. He watched as Virel mocked Lewis, belittled and treated him with open contempt. Every insult that left the man's mouth made Draen's blood boiled. Then he saw Lewis fall from his chair, clutching his stomach while Virel continued berating him instead of helping.
With that, a surge of anger rushed through Draen.
Returning his focus to the present, he arrived just in time to see Lewis still lying on the floor. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
