He had no thoughts.
For the first time in his life, there was genuinely nothing going on in his head; no calculation, no plan, no next step.
Just that feeling underneath everything.
Old. Heavy. The kind that didn't have a name because it predated language entirely.
It woke up.
The sky outside went black.
Not gradually either; just black, clouds rolling in from every direction at once, swallowing the afternoon whole. The wind followed, violent and angry, slamming into the building hard enough to crack windows and rip doors clean off their frames.
The ground shook.
His eyes changed; he knew because he could see the purple light they were throwing onto the floor in front of him.
Then the aura came.
Every armed man in the hall left the ground simultaneously; none of them understood what had lifted them before they were already hitting walls, ceilings, each other.
Every student in the room made the very smart decision to stay down.
He walked forward.
Past all of it.
