The train lurched violently. From the carriages ahead came one terrified scream after another, along with the sound of shattering glass.
Harold's eyes flew open. His mental power surged outward like a tide, and his expression changed. "At least two Resonance Masters—and quite a few Awakened. Are they coming for us?"
Harold couldn't help looking at Hong Yuan. He suspected some faction had learned of Hong Yuan's awakened "ability" and wasn't willing to let the High Tower Institute take him away.
Of course, as a professor at the High Tower Institute, Harold himself could also be a target.
Hong Yuan said nothing. He slowly drew his hand back through the window, the green light fading from his fingertips. Then he raised his gaze, as though looking through layer after layer of obstruction toward the front of the train.
Boom!
A violent explosion erupted from a carriage one car ahead. Screams followed, mingling with the roar of String Sorcery. The entire train seemed to tremble.
The carriage where the blast had struck twisted and bucked upward. It was on the verge of derailing and causing massive casualties when strange patterns lit up across the dull gray surfaces of the carriages!
Amid the light flashing along both sides of the train, enormous hands formed out of String Sorcery.
Thud, thud, thud!
A hundred or so hands seized the ground at once. The earth shook and soil rolled over as the great hands plunged deep into it.
The train had suddenly become a colossal centipede. Its breakneck speed dropped at once, and deep furrows opened on both sides of the tracks.
Harold's face darkened. He sprang to his feet, pulled open the compartment door, and looked out. Noise flooded his ears from every direction.
Cries of pain, wails, sobbing shouts!
Passengers panicked in