Mr. Crimson's class ended, and a bunch of stark white humanoid forms fell from the Blood Nest Great Tree.
Nobody wanted to endure this torture, akin to a public execution. The four members of the Necromancer Figure Club immediately burrowed into the flesh of the Spine Wheel and took off with a roar and a distant trench. The rest of the helpless students watched their retreating shadows, feeling the cold wind in Andrey's dark night.
