Students lay scattered across the ground—some unconscious, others barely moving.
Several were bleeding heavily, their uniforms stained dark beneath them. Their shallow breaths told me they were alive, but just barely.
It didn't take much to piece together what had happened.
Everything here…
every fallen student…
every drop of spilled blood…
It all pointed to Clarice.
Why had she transformed like that?
Why attack her own classmates?
What could have possibly pushed her this far?
And more importantly—
Where were the professors?
This was the Academy.
During training.
Professors were supposed to be monitoring everything, ready to intervene the moment danger appeared.
But the place was silent.
No footsteps.
No magic flares.
No teachers rushing in to stop her.
Had they really let things reach this point?
My grip tightened.
Moreover, the dragon Lumine was still at the academy.
A being powerful enough to erase an entire army with a flick of her claws.
