Capítulo 132: Venting

June observed him as he donned a tunic, then adorned himself with his legendary ranked light armour and cloak. She had insisted that he tend to his wounds, to come with her to a healer, but he paid no heeds. 

June had never been lashed with those whipped, but she knew the pain of damaging your psyche. Any kind of act, even as small as walking felt arduously difficult and painful in such a state. 

Somehow Warden had managed to numb himself from the pain. He was not a mind mage, but an epiphany during the lashing probably recovered some of his memories along with the delicate process of shutting off your receptors. 

"I'll be gone for a while," he informed.

His expressions remained silent and serene, yet June sensed the underlying rage. He harboured a desire to destroy something, and that's why he chose to depart alone. Without uttering a word, he drew in all his power and sprinted inwards to the academy, leaving June with no opportunity to pose questions.