The crowd was silent as they confirmed that the battle had finally ended.
Eryn stood tall, his treant form was scarred but unbroken. The leaves that clung to his shoulders rustled faintly as he exhaled…
Soon, his green eyes dimmed back to their human calmness.
He looked at the three kneeling prodigies, Amaya, Vin, and Brannic, with their sweat still dripping as their demon forms dissolved into smoke.
He had fought many battles in his life, but this was the first time he had faced demons, or rather, students who had transformed into demons. Though weaker than true fiends, their strikes had some corruption in them, their coordination was ruthless, and their presence was also unsettling. Yet instead of fear, Eryn felt a strange admiration.
