***
Meanwhile, in another place, at the same time...
A man in a white cloak stared a cohort of students down, a cold smile playing on his lips.
He stood still, a wave of heat radiating from him.
With Elijah in the lead, Quinn, Aria, and Junior instinctively took their stances, preparing for the worst.
The four understood that this was no test. Readying themselves for the hurt they knew was inevitable.
"Oh~."
Letting out a low chuckle, the man raised his hand and opened his palm.
"Since you already picked up on what I'm here for, let's not waste any time, shall we?"
A dark red flame materialized above it.
"Remember you died in my Hell. Wit."
The flame began to dance, and he blew his hand, extinguishing it.
"Don't freeze up..."
Elijah muttered, his eyes never leaving Wit's, while his mind raced through possible strategies.
"We'll live a few minutes longer if we do this right."
