"Hahaha..."
"Huh?" Stark exclaimed, turning around at a sound just a few steps away from where he had punched the culprit.
"Greetings, my friends," said a sinister yet cheerful voice from within the cloud of dust.
'It's a different person...' Stark thought, noting the difference in voice and the silhouette.
As the principal lowered the plant wall, he saw Sima and Serat's injuries, which prevented them from standing.
His brows furrowed in anger, barely suppressed until now. He walked forward and kneeled beside them.
"How bad are the injuries?"
"Not too bad... gasp! But I don't think I can walk," Sima said, while Serat only nodded.
"Stark!" the principal shouted, standing up straight and looking ahead. Stark glanced at him.
"What's it?"
"Scrap the other plan! Leave this to us and help the professors. I'll finish this quickly. Keep the other parts of the academy secure."
