Malakai stood up from his seat and left the hall without wasting a single second.
He could feel the stares of most of the class trailing behind him, but the most intense were the veins'.
He ignored them and stepped outside, the cold morning air brushing against his face like ice.
The air inside that hall had felt suffocating.
And although he had admitted to himself that he'd lost control… getting his emotions back under control was easier said than done.
If anything, it was harder than some of the life and death battles he'd fought in the past.
But with the wind cutting against his skin, he finally felt… refreshed. Plus, reciting the sanguine creed in his head made him feel better.
Malakai moved out of the way and leaned against the outer wall of the building, allowing the other students to exit the hall behind him.
'The next class should be Combat Conditioning.'
He had just spent the last hour in the Blood Meditation and Vita Breathing discipline.
