With blonde hair and green garbs, a man with a face that didn't seem to be a day older than twenty sat up. His head ached and his muscles stung.
"Was the spell too weak? We did barge in, ouch ouch…"
He looked around himself. Red skies, wispy clouds, dried up trees and no sign of life no matter how far he looked.
It seemed he was separated from his colleagues as well.
"Stupid problem children, I have never met kids like this." The principal of the academy, Lushan, complained to the air.
He hadn't been in hell ever.
But he had heard from the professor of swordsmanship, how far the worshippers of Agares had invaded their school.
He had no idea how this was going on, even more so with the dead student, which surprised him that one teacher did. He wasn't surprised about the worshippers surfacing.
But why in the world would someone kill them all and go to fucking hell themselves? Just what was that bastard Eugene Hall thinking? And the other student…
