The institute director's sorcery powers had already been depleted. To keep up the Shield of Light… he was burning his own life force. The director was sacrificing his lifespan to create one final barrier to protect his students.
"Institute… institute director…" The students stood trembling behind the director as they witnessed his rapidly aging profile.
Choking cries sounded from the crowd. They hated their own helplessness. Even if they gave their all. they would be unable to stop the invading demons.
Having stood hundreds of years, the capital institute would be utterly destroyed this very day—and they would all perish with it.
"Don't cry." Everyone heard the frail voice of the institute director.
All the youths stared at his back profile.
"Children, don't shed tears in front of the demons. As humans, we must never lower our heads before any other race. This is our pride as human beings."
