The city of Arcanum Nexus did not sleep that night.
Heck, the whole of the human domain did not have a wink of sleep that night as the ripple effects of the Demon attack stuck like a sore thumb, the news surging through all corners of the human domain like wildfire in a dry harmattan.
The attack on Nexus Academy had torn through the very heart of the human domain, and though the battle was over, its echoes rippled outward like a storm across a still lake.
The survivors of the coliseum sat wrapped in bloodied bandages, hollow-eyed, their bodies trembling not just from wounds but from the exhaustion and trauma of what they just survived.
It was already more than an hour since it happened as the rescue operations continued non-stop, more dead bodies being piled up.
And Kairo just sat and stared.
He sat slumped against the scorched wall of the ruined training ground, muscles shriveled, stomach still gnawing, yet alive.
Alive.
He could hardly process it.
