Zaroth sprinted out of the academy toward the castle as fast as possible, his body was still in a lot of pain as he had almost died not too long ago, but that didn't matter at the moment.
As he ran, the rain soaked his hair and clothes. It was heavy, yet the smell of fire and ash still lingered in the air.
How many people had died because of the Demigod?
How many had perished because of the Crimson Sun attack?
That didn't concern him at the moment, there was only a single person that was on his mind.
David? They weren't that close, but he doubted that there was anything that could pose a threat to the man.
Midnight? Impossible. Zaroth honestly couldn't imagine a scenario where she could be killed — not with how powerful she'd become since they met.
Roran, Zack, Lily? His friends were no doubt fine, they were all strong so they could handle almost anything.
