The projection on the office wall snapped into total blackness. The loss of the live feed plunged the room into shadows right after the towering angel crushed the owl.
The Grandmaster grabbed the edge of his embroidered robe and marched directly toward the wooden double doors.
Balzac stepped away from the utility cart and blocked the exit. The professor crossed his arms over his chest to physically halt the elderly man. "Where are you rushing off to right now?"
The Grandmaster grabbed the brass door handle and twisted it violently. "I am going straight to the Ruined Kingdom of Eden to pull Solomon and the other three out of that crater. Step aside."
"Would you actually be sprinting out of this office if he was just an ordinary student?" Balzac asked, planting his boots firmly on the floorboards. "Are you throwing yourself into an active anomaly purely to save a boy, or are you just trying to protect the academy's precious Millennium Ticket holder?"
