"What would it profit a man to gain everything but lose his soul in the process?"
Bright had read that statement over and over again, the words blurring together as he sat in the academy library trying to focus on the soul force theory text spread before him.
He was supposed to meet up with Hendricks today—finally get the introduction to that reclusive Expert who supposedly understood complex soul structures and might be able to help with his fragmentation problem.
But with the way the school was right now—Duncan's adjourned trial hanging over everyone, the dead Ashmar student whose body had been found yesterday, tensions between Republic and Federation students reaching breaking points—shit wasn't just hitting the fan at this point.
It was already stuck there. Clinging. Spreading rashly across every surface until the entire academy reeked of impending disaster.
