Tools washed in Mel's blood joined the three students on the floor. The expressions of the eight students of the Nineteenth Ward, who watched Mel's tear the weapon-turned pickaxes out of their flesh in one move, changed, but they still followed him without looking away.
Mel didn't hesitate to destroy the enemies, starting to gather the blood-red energy in his hands to finish what he started. He was going to wipe out their existence from the world, just as he had made Kulus disappear before, but Sam spoke once more.
"We'll take care of these bastards. You can go back to your rest!"
As Sam took the first step, the seven people beside him started to gather the remains of the three students whose bodies had been deformed in the most different ways possible. Ready to transport the bodies in less than a minute, the students of the Nineteenth Ward were destined for their old field where they had worked for a long time.
