Among the gathered students on the ground, standing not far behind Sera, one figure drew attention without even trying.
It was a female student in weird looking armour.
Above her, hovering several feet in the air, was the projection of a woman.
White hair.
Long and flowing as if caught in a wind no one else could feel.
Her features were sharp, elegant, and impossibly composed. Her eyes were closed, but even in stillness, the projection radiated an authority that pressed subtly against the senses of those nearby.
It did not seem like a simple hologram.
The female student standing beneath it was none other than Rynne.
She had been silent since the confrontation began.
Her gaze had remained fixed on Michael's rising figure the entire time.
Rynne did not dare claim she knew Michael inside out, but she knew enough to understand that he did not deserve to be treated like a hostage.
