Isolde's landing caused a fierce gale to blow outwardly through the field that had been flattened by the Skinless Hell Cavalry. There were about four thousand of them.
Edwin was taxed with teleporting the weaker students, while those who had the chance made a run for it on the backs of their summons.
Manhattan, Fukushima, and London High elites couldn't hold back four thousand high tiers, they would be crushed.
All they were doing was trying to buy time for weaker students to get out and for aid to arrive.
"He's alive," Ivy said as tears spilled from her eyes. Isolde's golden-orange eyes gleamed as white scales covered her soft skin, and dragonfly wings sprouted from her back, allowing her to fly above the next wave of Hell Cavalry still pouring down from the red gate.
The dragonfly wings allowed Isolde to hover mid-air while Nyx screeched and planted its six sleek legs like black steel poles into the earth, swinging its long tail and sweeping lots of Hell Cavalry away.
