An earth-shattering explosion tore through the air, and Asher's head instantly snapped in the direction of the sound. His sharp purple gaze locked onto a tall building in the distance. Recognition flashed across his face, he knew this structure well.
It was the residence allocated to first-year students ranked between one hundred and two hundred. His instincts told him immediately that a battle was raging inside. Without a shred of hesitation, his figure blurred as he shot forward, streaking toward the chaos like a silver arrow loosed from a bow.
Those students were the weakest in terms of combat strength, vulnerable in comparison to their peers. But Asher had no intention of abandoning them, no matter how insignificant they might appear in the grand scheme of strength.
