Thoughts tumbled like leaves in a windstorm as Rin's mind whirled in a fog. In her memory, Leonhardt Caulem was a dim shadow—just a classmate, a reserved bronze-class student she had never spoken to or noticed. Their eyes never met, and their paths never crossed.
However, something was growing within her since the bandit attack. What drew her heart to him? Was it his quiet generosity? His constant presence nearby? She was unable to figure it out.
In her haze came a harsh, odd voice: 'Miss, what are you reading?' Who is it?
After she was smashed into the arena wall by Berend's hammer, darkness took over and the world faded away.
Her mind had gone blank, leaving only fragments: crushing Berend with a power that didn't feel like hers, using gravitational magic she didn't know. The pictures flickered and then disappeared. Slowly, distant, muffled voices began to emerge, like whispers behind a door.
"She still hasn't woken up?" A gruff but worried voice inquired. Mori.
