Zach and Kat soon found themselves at the command tent just outside the city with several of their other classmates receiving treatment for wounds similar to the one Kat had on her leg. Some had cuts on their legs as well. Others on their arms or torsos. There was even one guy who lost a finger.
Most if not all of the wounds were painful and bled a lot. But none of them were lethal unless left untreated. The students would recover in at most a couple of days, thanks to potions and healers.
Once again, the Underworld had done something useless.
Or so Zach thought until he looked at the expressions on his classmates.
He wasn't worried. He hadn't been even when he saw all the injuries his classmates got. And nothing had tried to attack him. Even if it had, it would need to be something powerful to get through his familiars and barriers and reach him. If it had been that powerful, Zach wouldn't have had any classmates left.
