Miss Mona could sense the tension thickening in the air, the students holding their breath, hoping the beast was truly down for good. But her instincts told her otherwise. The second beast's bloodshot eyes flickered with life once again, its body trembling as if gathering the last remnants of strength. The crackling of electricity reignited around it, and Mona knew that the fight was far from over.
The creature's deep, guttural growl filled the tunnel as it began to rise, its legs struggling to pull free from the earth Mona had trapped it in. Black blood dripped from its gaping wounds, but despite the damage, it was far from defeated.
Miss Mona's exhaustion was creeping up on her; maintaining such precise control of her telekinesis for so long was taxing. Her breathing was shallow, and beads of sweat rolled down her temples. But she couldn't stop now, not with the students behind her, terrified and vulnerable.
