In the surveillance room, a heavy silence filled the air.
Russel, Lancelot, and the rest of the staff stood frozen, their eyes glued to the screens showing the chaos one student had caused.
Earlier, when Kevin and his team were fighting, it was a sight to be proud of — the kind of battle the academy would love to showcase.
Their teamwork was sharp. Each focused on their own enemy, yet they were always ready to back each other up. That kind of coordination was exactly what the academy hoped to build — the kind that could save lives in a world where fighting alone often meant death.
While those four fought, Russel's chest swelled with pride. Every now and then, she even glanced at the red-haired council man beside her with a satisfied smile.
But the moment another flock of crocties swooped in — and a certain blond student lost his patience — everything changed.
