A week had passed since Anthony was 'rescued' by his parents and grandparents, yet the world still trembled under the weight of the events that had unfolded.
Whispers of the catastrophe spread like wildfire, leaving Domains reeling in disbelief.
The news had shaken societies to their core.
What they heard defied comprehension, and what they saw was even more harrowing.
Entire academies mourned the loss of potential, the golden generation, the pride of their future, decimated by a relentless foe.
Nearly all the first-year students, once beacons of hope, had been obliterated.
Promising lives, filled with unfulfilled dreams and untapped potential, had been snuffed out as easily as candles in a storm.
It was not just a loss of lives; it was the loss of brilliance, the dimming of an era that was meant to shine brighter than any before.
Three attacks in a single year.
