When it was over, the boy stood amidst the wreckage, his expression unreadable. The students lay sprawled on the ground, their pride and potential shattered.
"I should kill you," he said, "But I won't. Not because you deserve mercy, but because this isn't over yet."
He knew they were not the true masterminds behind the scenes; someone else, an elder figure from the school, ordered them. Moreover, he was still part of the school, so he could not kill them.
The boy stepped closer, his shadow looming over the tall youth, who was now trembling, his once-arrogant demeanor crumbling like a fragile facade.
Sweat beaded on the youth's forehead as he clutched his abdomen protectively, fear and desperation etched across his face.
"Wait!" the tall youth cried, raising a hand in a futile gesture to stop the boy. "Please, don't destroy my core! I'll do anything, anything! Just spare me!"
