Mel ascended right back to where he had just dropped down from; from the spot where the bastard in the ambush squad had orchestrated the plan to severely wound him, he was now watching the wild beasts devour their carcasses. He harbored zero intentions of descending and waging war against them; he actively opted to spectate the moon reigning as the sovereign in the sky.
Mel possessed the liberty to make this choice; he could descend and wage war against the wild beasts or sit back and savor the view, but this didn't apply to the alternate students he marched with from the Outer Circle.
The shadows manifesting at the entrance of the dead-end alley were multiplying by the second; the vast majority were dressed like the mob from last night, but the stench radiating from the two individuals standing behind them overpowered the filth of the houses. Two female students donning red martial artist uniforms stood side by side, and both boasted green claw embroidery on their sleeves.
