Chapter 912: My Soul Class Is...

A few seconds earlier, in another wing of the Divine Academy, a thunderous roar shattered the calm.

"STOP THIS!" Principal Grigori's enraged cry reverberated through the halls, startling the Myrtharian Nerds who were listening attentively to Ulfar's explanation about the Cultivation Rooms on their floor. The King of Beskyr remained silent with tight lips. The interruption of his guided tour had put a damper on his good mood.

Lucia's heart clenched with an unexplainable intuition as the furious cry reached her ears. Like many other Players and students, she tried to use her mental sense to locate the source of the outburst, but the academy's walls were impervious to her spiritual energy. In any case, it would have been useless. Less than half a second later, another equally enraged cry, tinged with panic, echoed from a completely different direction.

"YOU DARE!"