Cayden looked at the newly destroyed wall that belonged to Cronix's room, and in its rubble laid a bloody body that could only belong to the owner of the room.

There were no words Cayden knew that could completely describe the emotions he was currently feeling. He just couldn't understand how something like this could've happened.

But he wouldn't find out until Cronix awakened, and he wasn't going to be in a talking mood if he woke up in what was left of his wall.

Crouching down, Cayden grabbed Cronix's body, and stepped into the room through the hole.

Besides we can't just leave Cronix out in the open like this, what if Wendril comes in?

Cayden placed Cronix's body onto the bed, but when he set him down, he realized his hand was wet.

When he looked down, his hand was covered in a red liquid.

Oh no... Cronix, what did you do..? I don't have anything to help with this... Wait, wasn't Lapsa working on his tailoring or something..? Maybe he could have something, like a bandage.

As Cayden left for Lapsa's room, his eyes glanced at the desk that was across from the hole.

On it was the cloak, there was blood all over the desk whether it was Cronix's or something else's, he was unsure, but when he took a closer look, he saw a scrap of paper with notes.

These were notes of a new formation, and when he realized this, everything connected together. Throughout the last two days, there have been loud bangs coming from Cronix's room, these must've all been from exploding formations, and today must've been the strongest one yet.

Cayden went back through the hole, and through the hallway, arriving in front of Lapsa's room.

He quickly knocked on the door, only to receive no reply. After waiting for about thirty more seconds, he knocked again, and still received no reply.

After the third time, Cayden reached for the handle and twisted, the door was unlocked and he peeked his head inside.

Lapsa was in the room, and he looked to be sleeping, but he was in a weird position, like he was sitting cross legged, but then leaned forward till his face touched the bed.

Cayden couldn't help but mutter, "What's wrong with everyone today?"

With a frown, he walked inside, his footsteps were quiet. He gently placed a hand on Lapsa's shoulder and carefully fixed his position into a laying down figure, moving the scraps of fabrics, and what looked to be a new blanket, out of the way.

but as he was doing this, something slipped out of Lapsa's pocket, and fell onto the floor.

Cayden crouched down and picked it up, it was a yellow pill, with green spots on them.

This is one of the pills Riley gave him!

Looking back at Lapsa, Cayden mouthed a silent apology before he left, closing the door as quietly as he could.

Cayden quickly went back to Cronix's room, he was slightly worried on how he was going to get Cronix to swallow the pill.

But he quickly settled on one method, he popped Cronix's mouth open, and shoved the pill down his throat.

While it felt a bit harsh, it was necessary. Cayden lifted up Cronix's head, and made sure his head wasn't bleeding anymore.

Once he saw it wasn't, he released the biggest sigh of relief in a while.

So with one problem done, it was time for the other. Cayden walked back through the hole in the wall, and examined it. Cleaning it would be easy, just shove it back into Cronix's room, but how were they going to cover this up?

Maybe with a blanket? But that would still be questioned by anyone who saw it... Maybe I can...

Looking at the floor, he extended an arm and motioned upwards. The earth beneath followed his movements, and extended upwards, covering up the wall.

Cayden's lip twitched when he looked over his solution, there were some problems with it. First, the dirt didn't even look like a wall, and second, the brown conflicted with the purple of the house.

After a few seconds of staring back at the dirt wall, he sighed, and went back into his room, and out with a blanket. He created several openings around the edges for parts of the blanket to slip in.

With those parts of the blanket tucked in, Cayden closed the openings of the dirt wall, with the blanket now staying put.

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He took a step back and shrugged. It was better than an open dirt wall, with the blanket matching the colors of the wall, but it still didn't look right, maybe it was because he was aware of the change.

Cayden shook his head before turning away, just like the other two, he also had his own things he was busy with.

For example when Cayden went back inside his room, he took out multiple information tablets from his bag, the number going up to 26.

These information tablets were a gift from Wendril, the information they stored were the ways to pronounce sounds of the human alphabet, this way Cayden could still practice even when she wasn't with him.

However these tablets didn't only help Cayden understand the sounds the letters made, but the ways they interacted with the other letters, so once he sat back on his bed, he went to work.

But what was studying without practice, or that was the excuse Cayden used as he took out the spell book he got from the spell collection tower.

He flipped it open, passing a complex formation on the inside of the cover. He didn't understand why that was there, considering they were supposed to be taken off at the checkout, but he ignored it for the time being since it wasn't a problem yet.

A few hours passed by, and Cronix's eyes fluttered open. The first thing he became aware of was the pain throughout his body.

He closed his eyes again and suppressed a groan. After laying in bed for a few more seconds, he forced himself to get up.

What the heck happened?

The last thing he remembered was tinkering with the formation using the method Mr. Ezerta told him about, yet now he was somehow in bed.

Finally off the bed, Cronix looked around his room, it didn't take long for him to notice the rubble on the floor, and the dirt wall that was directly across the desk.

Why is there a dirt... Cayden... I understand.

Now that he pieced it together, Cronix didn't know how to feel exactly, but he knew he was lucky Cayden found him before anyone else did.

Shifting his attention away from the wall, Cronix looked at himself next. While his body was bloody, there weren't any noticeable injuries, but his back felt like it was trying to kill him.

He looked at his back to check if there was anything wrong, but what caught his attention was his stained pillow. It was dyed red.

Cronix frowned, and touched his head. His hair was still wet with blood, yet his head wasn't hurt in the slightest.

What the heck?

Cronix's eyebrows tilted, this didn't make any sense to him, how was he so bloody, but no cuts are anything like that?

With nothing to work on, he tried to brush it off, and only then did he realize his clothes had finally kicked the bucket, with there being openings all over the place.

Cronix grabbed his magic bag, putting his hand through it, he grabbed clothes that had been stored there since Alktarsha. They were a bit short, but with nothing else to wear, he dealt with it, however the zipper touching his back only reminded him of what was missing from his body.

Anyways, with all the little things out of the way, Cronix could now go back to the most important thing, his research.

During these last two days, he made many discoveries about this formation, unfortunately none of them was anything big.

Cronix reached inside his magic bag again, and just like Cayden did hours earlier, he took out an information tablet, the one Mr. Ezerta gave him.

He placed it onto his forehead, and just like how Mr. Ezerta wanted, he used it to teach himself how to catch the changes in the formation.

However there was a slight problem with what he was seeing. When Mr. Ezerta had the two formations interact, while there were differences in power between the two, it wasn't drastic, or at least not as big as the power difference between the ones Cronix was using on the cloak.

There was only one formation that Cronix could think of that should be on a similar level to the one on the cloak, that was the formation on the spell collection tower token.

Cronix sighed, and stood up, "Maybe Cayden knows about any other formation... Wait!"

When he stood up, his back touched the cold zipper, and he was reminded of what replaced the wings on his back, a golden formation.

There was a curious curve in Cronix's eyebrows, he wondered how these two formations would react.

It would save me a great deal of trouble if the cloak formation breaks the golden one.

But he made sure to clear this thought right after having it, he wasn't willing to get his hopes up.

Extending his mental energy so he could see, Cronix took off his shirt, and the golden formations were in the open.

Before Cronix couldn't see the golden formation before, but now that he had the external eyes, he could properly examine the formation.

Now that he had a good look at it, he frowned. Its complexity, while better than anything he could create at the moment, wasn't too complex, especially compared to the cloak's formation.

With this new information, the hope he just destroyed rekindled.

Okay, it's time to get started.

More mental energy came out of his mental energy, going in two directions, some surrounded his body, focusing more on his shoulder blades to stimulate the golden formation.

The others surrounded the formation on the cloak, increasing its activity.

Cronix then grabbed the cloak, and slipped it on, he made sure his entire body was covered, so nothing that happened inside was going to be hidden from him, every angle of his body inside and out was now being examined by him.

However, the moment the cloak's formation and the golden formation touched each other, the cloak wasn't the only thing that enveloped his body.

Pain blazed like a flame, and his inners felt like they were burning up. Cronix instantly threw off the cloak, he could barely breathe.

The room around him tilted, and spun. Left was up, down was right. Cronix couldn't tell if he was moving or staying still, yet none of that mattered.

His back was being torn apart by what felt like rapidly spinning formations, but not before being burnt black by the fire inside his body, drying up his blood.

However, before this could go any further, his mind cooled by an energy originating from his chest.

With this moment of clarity, Cronix entered his mental expanse.

He threw himself onto the incomplete ice wraith, and the burning feeling slightly settled down, but the ice wraith wasn't nearly strong enough to dispel the blazing in his blood.

It savaged his insides as he curled into a ball in his mental expanse, trying to drown in his ice wraith, and while his mental expanse was filled with the sounds of his agony, the outside world went silent when his consciousness entered the expanse.

It revealed no evidence of Cronix's current pained state, besides for the blood dripping from where the golden formation laid, yet strangely compared to what Cronix felt, the damage the formation actually inflicted wasn't much, they weren't even moving.