Luther's POV
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8:00 pm, Old Blood Oak tree.
He stood a few meters away from the tree's great branches, chest heaving as he observed the perimeter.
Blood, entrails and ash left behind by spells dotted the ground around. The stench of ozone and fear still hung thick in the air, a few embers floating past him.
Body parts of Vein beasts littered the premises like a bloody garbage heap.
Almost every student had evacuated the scene, save for him, Lysandra and a few other top students. He swiped blood from his forehead, hissing from the sting of a slash wound on his arm.
It was flesh level at best. But it still hurt.
"That should be the last of them," Lysandra's voice pierced the eerie silence. He squinted, watching her descend from above the rest of them like a goddess. Her black hair flowed around like liquid silk, eyes still lit with a bright blue light.
When she landed, her gaze immediately locked on Luther. She smirked, walking up to him while Professor Amelia spoke up.
