By the time Athar and Angelica returned to the campsite, his turn at guarding the perimeter was over. After quietly wishing Angelica good night, he slipped into his own tent.
The tent provided by the academy was modest—small, but just spacious enough for one person to lie down and stretch.
Athar sank onto the thin bedding and stared at the roof of the tent, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to process everything that had happened that day.
To say he was shocked would have been an understatement.
Angelica had asked him to become her personal disciple.
He still could not believe it.
And if that were not surprising enough, she had revealed her own beast—another Shadow Mist Snake. Just like Sarpinash.
The exact same species that he had gone to such lengths to keep hidden. He had never imagined something like this.
As for why he accepted her offer, well, he could not think of a single good reason to reject it. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.
