It was finally Monday morning, following the calm of Sunday. Skyler, along with the white snake, entered a training dome next to the one Alfanzo and his colleagues were in after finishing his theoretical lectures.
Charles walked beside him.
At the same time, Zack—wearing a hat to somewhat hide his face from the constant stares since his sudden rise to popularity—glared daggers at them as he followed.
They finally stopped in the center of the dome, surrounded by various equipment they could use for training and weapons.
Skyler raised his brow when a familiar face appeared before them—Professor Moore. However, his arm was bandaged, and there was a purplish bruise under his right eye. Not to mention, he was limping. Wow, it seemed he had been beaten up badly. But the question was—by whom?
Moore cleared his throat as the class stared at him as if he had two heads.
"Good to see you again, students..."
