Inside the arena, where most students had gathered. Dosh stood with arms crossed on his chest, his sharp eyes swept through the people around, but found no trace of Cain's team.
Dosh glanced at the entrance door, hoping they could arrive. His thoughts were interrupted when a shadow appeared on the corner of his eyes. It came from a young man in his late teens.
"What's the matter, General Dosh?"
The young man's voice snapped Dosh to face him. He was Oliver, a senior known for his strength and leadership capability. The young man also boasts a level eight mutation potential. One level lower than the anomalies, Abel.
But was that even relevant?
If Abel was an anomaly, then what did that make the level-one boy who led him?
An irregular?
He shook his head and took one last glance at the entrance gate, seeing no sign of the five entering. The man exhaled a short breath.
"Nothing, there were five students who still hadn't arrived."
