Within minutes, the battlefield had shifted from chaotic to catastrophic.
The students who once fought valiantly now found themselves outnumbered and outmatched. The wave of horrors poured down like a living nightmare, swarming in grotesque harmony. It was no longer just a matter of skill or bravery—it was survival against the impossible.
Where they had once carved through feral wolves and towering Titanbornes, the tide now dragged them under.
The Ravorns swooped low, ripping students from the ground with cruel talons, flinging them into the air before letting them crash like broken dolls. Vyraxes darted through the sky, diving and slashing with terrifying speed, leaving behind screams and splatters of crimson as bodies hit the dirt.
