After meeting with the Abyss Tyrant, he made his way toward the students who had volunteered to leave with the group.
He had actually expected fewer of them—not that they would include themselves in such an obviously dangerous endeavor. But then again… what was he saying? These were the same people who had refused to back down from going to the Academy in the first place.
Even though they had still gone—and become liabilities to him in the process.
Northern admired their resolve nonetheless.
If he were weak like them, he didn't see himself getting involved in any of this at all.
'Truly fascinating set of kids.'
He stopped in front of their door at last. Muted sounds leaked through the reinforced metallic surface as he stood there, hand hovering inches from the panel.
He listened.
Their banter carried through in fragments—soft shouts, laughter dulled by the thickness of the door. Still, it was oddly pleasant to hear. He enjoyed it, truthfully.
