Outside the academy.
A horned demonic figure with white hair, black sclera, and bright white irises was seen walking in the middle of a massive crowd that was seen rushing in and out of the academy.
BUMP
SPLATTER-!
BUMP
SPLATTER-!!
"Just how many more do I have to kill before they understand not to bump into me?" Tchort mumbled under his breath in annoyance.
BUMP
SPLATTER-!
As soon as anybody bumped into him, they were crushed to death by his overwhelming magic power. Even though he was already bathed in blood, none even noticed it as they stomped their way, even though the crushed bodies remained on the floor.
'This is exactly why I love humans. They care about nothing else but themselves when they are in a situation where their lives are on the line.' Tchort thought inwardly.
