Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 1056

The night had not quieted.

Even with Leonard gone—his footsteps vanished into the mist, his presence bled from the air like a broken incantation—something still clung to the edge of Astron's senses.

They stood in silence for a beat longer. The group hadn't yet broken formation, as if waiting for a cue that hadn't come. The moonlight filtered soft and silver across the academy paths, catching the tips of leaves and the glint of mana wards embedded in the brickwork.

Eleanor White stood just a step ahead of them now, her back to the departing mist, her presence still pressing faintly outward in slow pulses.

Not hostile. Not violent.

But… unmistakably heavy.

Even Layla, usually the first to crack a joke, said nothing. Jasmine shifted once beside Irina, whose lips were set in a calm, contemplative line. Sylvie didn't speak either—her gaze half-cast downward, as if trying to calculate the weight of what hadn't been said.

Astron remained still.

But inwardly—

Something just happened.

His mana.

Not all of it.

Just one part.

The core of him that remained still even in heat, even in trial. The part that resonated not with attributes, but with rhythm. With memory.

His Lunar Mana.

It reacted.

Not flared. Not surged.

But responded.

Why?

Leonard hadn't done anything overt. No bloodlust. No magic drawn with hostile intent—not in a way that could be sensed. But Astron had felt it.

A pull. A tremor. Like an invisible string had been plucked, resonating softly in the well of his being.

It had happened just as Leonard moved his mana—not when he cast the spell. That part had been simple to analyze. A structured offensive model, with lattice logic and displacement intent. Impressive, yes, but predictable.

But after…

That was different.

Astron could still feel it. A whisper in his blood, a kind of echo his [Lunar Mana] had never made before. A resonance not like a warning—but a call and answer. Like recognition. Like— 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Like something else had seen it.

That had never happened.

Not even with Irina's domain. Not even when he stood beneath the moonlight with the Moonstone embedded in his palm.

And now?

He had no answers.

Only the lingering awareness that for a brief moment—his mana had moved on its own.

Why?

His thoughts looped, not frantically, but methodically.

There was only one conclusion.

Whatever Leonard was—whatever his mana carried—it wasn't ordinary.

And even more troubling…

Eleanor.

He could feel her pressure even now. Still focused. Still controlled. But layered in that terrifying stillness of a hunter who had decided not to strike, but hadn't disarmed either.

Her mana was like a vice.

Tight. Cold. Silent.

But aimed.

She hadn't looked at Astron more than once since appearing—but that meant nothing. That pressure had shielded him. Pressed into Leonard like a warning carved in stone.

She knew something.

Not everything. But something.

And she had acted fast enough to stop a man who had hidden his intent from everyone else at the table.

Astron didn't speak. But his hand brushed briefly across the side of his coat. Near the chain of his hidden pendant.

The Moonstone was quiet.

But not cold.

It was warm.

Still.

Still reacting.

He exhaled softly.

No one else noticed.

But Astron did.

And his thoughts didn't stop.

Leonard knew something he shouldn't. Had moved mana in ways few could sense. Had prepared threads of observation too refined for coincidence.

No proof.

No confirmation.

But his instincts were screaming.

And his mana?

It had already chosen.

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