"I failed!"
Those were the only words Art could mutter as his eyes stayed glued to the sight of the ruined academy now shrouded in a red dome.
He was out of commission.
He couldn't even muster an ounce of aura, so at first, he did the most logical thing and pleaded with Grim to go help the students.
With Grim, Cassandra, and the likes of Levi and Cerci, he was sure they could offset the balance… vanquish their foes and save the students but…
[Student Cheshire has been killed…]
Those words, tainted blood red, flashed before his irises.
Cheshire was dead.
It had been minutes since he was informed of this, and yet he wasn't willing to accept it.
A student… a protagonist… had been killed.
He wasn't just faced with emotional turmoil but a grim reminder that his actions had consequences.
His inability to act had now led to the loss of a student… the world's balance had shifted ever so slightly, and his once certain future was now uncertainty itself.
