Leaving the meeting room, Adam had his habitual kind and warm smile upon his lips, but those who spent a long time with the ancient priest could easily tell that this one was different from those he usually wore. This one was more relaxed, while carrying a strange sense of youthful excitement.
But while he was the spiting image of inner piece, his students were the exact antithesis. As Sarm who usually carried himself with a stern expression now looked even more grave than normal, but the one who held the greatest change was undoubtedly Layn, whose eyes were so unfocused and face so devoid of color it seemed as if he was a corpse walking.
The same Layn who had been stealing gloating glances at his senior in the beginning, believing that he had proven him wrong, since Alexander appeared so docile and polite before their teacher. Yet he now carried a half-bred expression of growing anxiety and confusion.
