The spectators were stunned.
Not just in the VIP box. Everywhere across every nation, every projection screen, every hall and tavern where the broadcast was being watched, the same words were being spoken.
A demon.
Astryx Academy had been hiding a demon.
At first glance she looked mixed. But anyone with an ounce of magical knowledge could tell this was no ordinary half-blood.
The mana radiating from her body carried the signature of a world-threatening rank holder. Possibly royal blood.
Most of them were cursing the academy.
And the same was the case inside the VIP box. Every pair of eyes had turned to Lysandra.
Rowen was the angriest among them. He had been pissed from the start, but watching his student get toyed with and thrown around like garbage had pushed him past his limit.
And now his other student, the one who had fought well, stood on the verge of collapse. His body had given up. His legs were shaking, not from fear but from how badly he was hurt.
