Lith immediately regretted his latest experiment.

– “Dammit, my body is still weak. Even though my core is still cyan, the effects of the change are similar to the evolution process. Invigoration has no effect. I need real rest to recuperate.”

“Your mind is not faring better either. You are still wearing your hunter suit, if you don’t change it, not only it would rise lots of questions, but I doubt they will let you in the academy.” Solus pointed out. –   The leather sleeves were reduced to shreds, the chest presented a giant hole, like someone had tried to rip his heart out, the metal protectors had whole chunks missing and between the bloodstains and the impurities it seemed that Lith had stolen the clothes from a battlefield.

Inwardly cursing his own stupidity, Lith returned below the tree line, swapping the clothes in mid air via the dimensional pocket.

After walking through the castle gates, he was halted by the front desk clerk, demanding to have back the distress device. It was the same middle-aged man that had lectured Lith that morning.

Seeing him with his hands and face dirtied by having slept on the ground, his short breath and worried expression, the clerk assumed that going solo didn’t do well for the arrogant fourth-year student.

His chestnut eyes shone with gloat, while a condescending smile cracked his otherwise thick beard.