Elius's eyes widened slightly. B-Rank? Here?
This wasn't just a mistake.
This was a disaster waiting to happen.
Behind him, the sound of footsteps and chatter grew fainter as the rest of the class walked forward. Elius didn't move.
Back in the crowd, Rockson turned his head to make a joke, but blinked when he noticed someone was missing. He turned again, scanning.
"Huh? where's Elius?" he asked aloud.
A few others looked back.
He spotted him near one of the dimensional rift gates, standing completely still, hand on the surface like he was lost in a trance.
Rockson frowned. "Elius?"
No response.
"Hey! Elius!"
Still nothing.
Now others were looking too. Whispers and murmurs rose up. The group slowed, some halting.
Even the guide turned, confused.
"Who's shouting?" he barked. "What's going on?"
Rockson pointed. "It's Elius. He's back there."
The guide squinted. "What's he doing?"
"I—I don't know. He's not answering."
