“What happened to Lith?” Phloria needed to lean against the walls or the beds to avoid falling on the ground. Every step she took towards his bed felt like she was trying to uproot a tree, making her sweat bullets. Yet she didn’t stop until someone finally noticed her struggle.

“Good grief, you shouldn’t strain yourself anymore, young lady. You are lucky to still be alive.” Professor Vastor rushed to her aid, taking out a chair from his dimensional amulet to make her rest.

“Please Professor, tell me what happened.” Phloria was on the verge of passing out again, but her tone was determined enough to not leave room for doubts. Vastor could only tell her the truth or sedate her, there was no other way to calm her down.

It was likely to be the last day all of them had to live. Vastor decided that forcing such a young girl to spend it unconscious in a bed would be too cruel. There was a reason why they couldn’t just send the students back home.

They were still Balkor’s target.

After the Earth and Crystal Griffon academies fell, their students had been Warped to the Royal palace to keep them out of harm’s way. Some of the old noble families had decided to bring them home, only to be attacked during the second night by Balkor’s Crawlers.

Only those that had timely fled to a different region or remained in the palace had been spared from the onslaught. The number of casualties was already in the hundreds and counting. Without the protection of the arrays, a noble house was as safe as a commoner one.