“Amara, are you sure that this is your secret path?” Rain asked. Now, even she, has started to feek that something wrong is happening. Or about to happen. Tristan, on the other hand, has been wiping his cold sweat which trickles from his forehead, down to his face, jaw, and neck. The weather is perfectly fine. It is a clear, vivid morning with a beautiful color of the rising sun. It is not that extremely hot, nor cold. However, Tristan was looking as if he was being roasted under the sun of twelve noon.
“Yes,” Amara answered to Rain’s question.
“If this is the path which students of Josen High School students know, then … why are we here? Why are we walking into the path towards the building of project Zero?” Blaze asked.
It was true. Tristan has recalled his first day of school in w
