Everyone quickly returned to their rooms, where their groups were waiting to hear about the meeting and receive the plan's details.
A tense night began as the clock struck 11 PM. Everyone had gone back to their rooms—two people to a room.
At that moment, the free esper was curled under his blanket, so terrified he didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.
When he returned, everything in the room had been restored to its original state—except for the blast marks that hadn't been fully repaired. All the blood had been thoroughly cleaned away as if the place had never been soaked in blood in the first place.
Drake sat beside the bed. On the bed lay Saphen, still staring wide-eyed at him, clearly never having fallen asleep.
Drake couldn't help but stroke his chin and nod thoughtfully. "Have you fallen for my handsome looks? Honestly, who could blame you."
Saphen lowered his gaze and said nothing.
[A silent yet thunderously loud rejection, lol]
