Outside the school premises, the whole city was in great turmoil. At least once every two days there are deaths everywhere. Buildings destroyed and families torn apart.
Aljur looked at the chaos complicatedly. This is not a strange sight for him. In a war and battlefield, this kind of thing is normal.
"Reporting." A soldier came unto him bearing some files for him to read.
He motioned the man to place it at the table as he continued to monitor the newest incident at the distance. Eyes desolate and somehow a little nostalgic. Turning to the soldier, he patiently listened to whatever message was relied on him.
After a while, Aljur was once again alone in his space. He sighs heavily as he prepares to go out and see his troops. He needs to send the students of various schools to the capital.
With the attacks and the thing in the mountain, this is the one in the priority list. Things are already dangerous enough for these children to continue staying.
