Around them, the few remaining demons—wounded and leaderless—fell back into the shadows.
Some limped away, dragging broken limbs. Others simply collapsed where they stood, their dark energy fading into nothingness.
The students slowly emerged from their hiding places.
Edwin stepped forward, sword still in hand. "Professor… what was his name.. I didn't hear his name?"
Sylvia's gaze lingered on the blackened rooftops where the demon had disappeared.
"His name is Dakin… "
Edwin stood in the middle of the ruined street.
Blood streaked across his face, smeared along his jaw and dripped down his uniform.
His sword trembled in his grip, still slick with the black ichor of slain demons. His eyes burned not just with exhaustion, but with fury.
He turned sharply toward Kael, who sat slumped against a cracked wall, barely able to lift his head.
"KAAELL!" Edwin shouted out loud.
Kael flinched, lifting his gaze in confusion.
Before he could speak, Edwin stomped forward.
