Theron's eyes snapped open.
Power brimmed through him, his head rushing up from the table it had just slammed on.
Barely a few minutes had passed, and he had expected as much. When he noticed how focused he was, he knew that he couldn't allow himself to lose control of his body for so long.
The only option at that point was the breakthrough into Fourth Resonance.
Luckily, the pressure he put on his Core by continuously draining it had allowed him to push through the final layer. While he had still lost consciousness for a short while, it shouldn't be enough to put him in real danger.
The moment he awoke, though, he found two pairs of eyes staring at him maybe a little too intently.
Theron blinked and then smiled lightly.
"Sorry, I was very focused. Thank you for the lesson, Dean Pennel."
"The lesson?" The old woman was speechless. She was pretty sure that she had been accusing this brat of killing her disciple. What was the relation between these two things?
