After the unceasing flashes of lightning and crashes of thunder, rain finally began to fall. Beast Spirit Academy's Truth Barrier was like an invisible glass dome, keeping the rain outside. Looking up, the night sky beyond the barrier was a hazy blur, and even the silver-white forked lightning was no longer as blinding as before.
In a pitch-black room on the second floor of the theoretical studies building, Anya carefully closed the door. After checking the room, she went to the window and looked toward the beast enclosure area, feeling somewhat dejected.
She felt that people truly were complicated creatures. Not long ago, when Lucia left, Anya had selfishly chosen to stay behind out of fear of death, intending to find somewhere to hide. But once she was safe, she began to regret it, thinking that she should have gone with Lucia. Living on alone by herself was far too disloyal.
Of course, she knew it was only a thought. If she had to do it again, she would probably make the same choice. She had always had a clear understanding of her own cowardice and uselessness.
That was why she envied Lucia. Before, she had only envied her exceptional talent. Now, she longed for Lucia's decisiveness and the courage to disregard life and death.
She had always harbored a faint jealousy and unwillingness, believing Lucia was merely a lucky girl favored by the gods. If Anya had such talent, her future would likewise be limitless. But now she felt that, regardless of talent, some people were simply born to be flowers. Ordinary people like her, even if they gained strength, could not put it to true use. She might as well honestly be a supporting green leaf. Being able to serve as a green leaf for the right person