"Everyone, on me!"
Nyra shouted, desperately calling for everyone to gather outside.
Yes, the professors were powerful, but it was still the first night of the hunt. Only the newer professors, along with a few specially skilled ones, were allowed to move.
Even a group of seniors could effectively hold them back with good leadership.
Nyra narrowly avoided a beam of light aimed at her face, retaliating with a gust of wind that tore through anything in its path.
Unfortunately for her, the rest of the seniors couldn't join; they were already struggling against multiple professors attacking from all sides.
It was effectively a deathmatch, and the professors made sure to cut off every path the seniors could use to group up.
This had been a long time coming; the professors had always wanted a chance to finally humble the so-called "seniors' alliance."
Being powerful and proud was okay; being complacent and arrogant was not.
