In his first year, all Michael had done was explore every corner of the hill where the academy stood—and every inch of the campus, inside and out.
He had found places no other student knew about, places no one else would even think existed.
One of those hidden spots was the boiler room—the place where warm water was supplied to the dormitories. It was located underground, with only a single entry point.
But for Michael, that was no problem.
He had already memorized every blind spot in the security system. And right now, most of the guards were stationed near the dorms and entry gates.
So, slipping into the boiler room was easy. He used one of the exhaust windows.
"Damn, it's hot in here," he muttered.
The place was wide, but the constant steam from the pipes made the air thick and humid. Sweat clung to his skin within seconds.
Wasting no time, he pulled out his Shard.
