The dust still hadn't settled.
A heavy fog of smoke and dust lingered over the destroyed training field of Arcadia Academy—Ground Zero.
Just a short while ago, this place had turned into a battlefield when a crazed assassin launched a sudden and violent attack. Now, the once-green grass was torn apart. The earth was broken, with deep cracks running across it.
Large craters dotted the field like it had been hit by falling stars, leaving the land scarred and ruined.
In the middle of the destruction stood Edwin. He was slightly bent forward, holding one hand tightly over a deep wound on his side. Blood slowly seeped through his fingers, staining his uniform.
On the other hand, he still held his sword, refusing to let it go even in pain.
Next to him was Elysia. She leaned heavily on her swords, using them like crutches to stay standing.
