The deafening roar of the beast horde reverberated through the air, the ground trembling beneath their stampede. Their path was clear—they were heading straight for Trevor's group or, more precisely, toward the second-year camp.
Sixtie, her sharp senses attuned to the chaos, quickly relayed the information to Trevor.
Trevor hovered mid-air, his smoky white wings beating slowly as he came to a halt. "Hmm... this feels off," he said, his crimson eyes narrowing. "You all go ahead. I'll take care of this."
"Trevor, are you insane?" Harley protested, her voice tinged with concern. "There's a Diamond-ranked beast among them—and countless Gold-ranked ones! You can't just—"
Trevor cut her off with a smirk, his confidence unshaken. "Relax, sis-in-law. I'm stronger than all of them combined. Ethan's been holding us back for far too long, and honestly? It's frustrating. I could use a good fight. The Diamond rank might be a challenge, but nothing I can't handle."
