Silence descended upon the gymnasium after the arrival of the blond man.
Jimmy wore a faint grin as he instructed the staff to take the injured cadets to the infirmary. Around them, the atmosphere remained tense, the earlier clash having left an uneasy stillness in its wake.
Kyle stood quietly, waiting for the man to speak first.
His eyes told Kyle exactly what set Arthur apart from the awakened he had encountered thus far.
There was a striking difference between Arthur and every other Nightwalker Kyle had observed. The distinction came down to one thing: absolute control over his aura.
Unlike Jimmy, who seemed capable of deliberately shrouding his presence, Arthur had no need to conceal himself. A thin, almost imperceptible layer of magical energy covered his body, flowing so naturally that it was difficult to tell where his aura ended and his physical presence began.
It was as though he possessed complete control over his magical reserves and their circulation.
