Chapter 221
"You had your chance... and you lost it," the man said coldly, his body slowly descending into the ground like a phantom fading into the abyss.
"Live each day in dread, for I will return—and when I do, I'll reduce your precious academy and kingdom to dust."
And then, he vanished.
"No!!" Viktor's anguished scream tore through the air. He dropped to his knees, his fists pounding the bloodstained earth as tears streamed down his face.
Rage, sorrow, and frustration clashed violently within him. He had been so close—so close to avenging his fallen friend.
"Arghhh!" Dante collapsed backward, the exhaustion finally catching up to him. His body trembled, drained of every last ounce of energy.
"I'm glad that's over..." Lyra whispered breathlessly, her voice barely audible.
Around them, the other students were already sprawled on the ground—panting, heaving, bruised and bloodied.
