Fade in…
Fury and Defiance
Hakuna yelled, the sound ripped from his very soul, "NOOO!" His cry of immediate, devastating failure was utterly drowned out by the grotesque, cacophonous snarls of the newly formed students, their humanity consumed by the sudden surge of corrosive power.
The transformed students, now entirely subservient to The Philosopher's horrific will, immediately launched a coordinated, overwhelming attack on Hakuna. They moved with unnatural speed, their intent purely destructive.
Hakuna, relying purely on raw instinct internally registered the horrifying transformation. He thought to himself, the realization a sickening, cold weight in his gut. "What the hell is this?"
He dodged instinctively, utilizing a concentrated push of his remaining internal energy against the ground to launch himself backward and away from the dense, swarming mass of corrupted former students.
Hakuna landed silently on the remains of a nearby, shattered dining hall table, his posture radiating a contained, desperate violence.
Steven, The Philosopher, remained standing in the center of the chaotic courtyard, the symbol of betrayal—the glowing, ancient bone—held loosely in his hand.
He then commented, a slight, intellectual tilt to his head, acknowledging the Prince's raw ability. "You are still astonishingly quick, Prince Hakuna. A commendable achievement, utilizing your inherent Nzilo so efficiently, despite utterly losing the anchor of your demon's Daemonium."
Hakuna, his eyes still glowing a fierce lightbrown with intense, Nzilo-fueled rage—a sign of immediate, lethal threat—lifted his right arm. He violently forced his spiritual affinity, his unique power, to function, concentrating the residual, fire-based energy into his fist until the skin slowly became covered in swirling, deep orange flames.
He ground out the words, forcing the concentration to hold despite his depleted state. "Fist of Inferno."
The flames surrounding his fist immediately exploded outward with increased power, ready to be unleashed in a devastating strike against Steven.
…At the Tuck Shop, near the Hostel perimeter…
VanessaMbatha, the Head Girl, was seen fiercely engaged in combat with the large, humanoid demon that had assaulted Hakuna earlier. She was supported by the elite team of Joy, Sureina, Naledi Mokoto, and Mihlali.
The immediate atmosphere was thick and oppressive, caused by the demon attempting to spread its Daemonium corrupted spiritual influence—the core life force of demons—to sow paralyzing fear and doubt into the Milnerian girls.
The Demon spoke, its voice a gravelly snarl that grated on the soul. "Grrr. You pathetic, little girls! Get out of my way! I have orders to find the Prince and ensure his demise!"
Vanessa, refusing to yield to the oppressive spiritual decay, retorted, her gaze cold and unwavering. "You really are brave, demon, or simply stupid, for speaking to the Executive Committee in that manner. You will address me as Head Girl, before I reduce you to ash."
Before the demon could react, Joy, utilizing a swift convergence of her own powerful internal energy, slammed her fist into her open palm. The resultant kinetic shockwave was immediate and immense, powerfully blowing away all the dense, fear-inducing fog and purifying the air around the girls.
The Demon muttered, slightly taken aback by the coordinated display of unified power. "Eh? The spiritual cohesion of this team is higher than expected. They resist my influence."
Naledi then asked, looking past the demon and toward her commander. "Uhh, Lady Vanessa, where is your ancestral sword? You usually call for it immediately in a fight of this magnitude."
Vanessa gave a faint, knowing smile, the fighting spirit returning to her eyes. "Hmm? Oh, I put it away for a moment. It would seem that the immediate threat I'm facing—isn't the highest priority anymore. I didn't need the blade for a mere grunt like that."
Naledi then said, flexing her own reserve of life force. "Oh, right. Anyway, shall we conclude this quickly, sisters?"
All the girls then said in unwavering unison, their resolve absolute and their voices overlapping. "Of course we shall."
They all raised their energy reserves, concentrating their unique powers as their powerful auras flared intensively and mixed in a vibrant spectrum of light and energy, ready to unleash their collective fury.
Their Battle Begins…
Meanwhile...
…At the Hostel Courtyard…
With a loud, concussive bang, Hakuna landed his calculated FistofInferno strike. However, Steven, possessing unnatural speed and reflexes granted by the dark power flowing within him, had narrowly dodged it, slipping away like a shadow.
Steven immediately launched his swift retaliation, delivering a barrage of rapid, precise blows against Hakuna.
Hakuna dodged and blocked Steven's incoming strikes with defensive applications of his remaining spiritual energy, the clash of bare skin and reinforced energy creating sharp, cracking sounds like breaking ice.
He saw a momentary opening in Steven's guard—an opportunity to end the fight quickly. But just as he attempted to exploit it with an answering strike, Hakuna's forearm was suddenly and forcefully caught in the vice-like grip of a demon.
The demon, whose features were now horribly twisted and corrupted by the dark life force, still looked unnervingly familiar beneath the rot.
Hakuna jolted, recognition overriding his focus. "Rems?!"
Rems replied casually, the malice in his eyes chillingly calm. "Sup, Hakuna. Been a long time. It feels good to finally be relevant."
"Why are you doing this, Rems? Why do you willingly follow this traitorous guy, this Philosopher?" Hakuna demanded, struggling furiously against the demon's grip.
Rems then queried, a twisted, self-pitying logic entering his voice. "Who should I follow, Hakuna? You? The privileged prince who suddenly appeared to save the world, only to turn out to be hosting a demon all along and stealing the spotlight?"
Hakuna, his frustration boiling over, then lashed out at a target beyond his opponent, utilizing his forbidden knowledge of the meta-narrative. "Is this because the author forgot about you the past two arcs?"
Rems muttered, the question causing him to pause in genuine, momentary confusion. "Eh?"
Excuse me?! Focus, Prince! You are breaking the fourth wall at a crucial moment!
Hakuna, relentless in his internal complaint and sudden panic, then continued. "Come on, Rems, we both know you didn't have much dialogue, or any meaningful action, since the Fight Club Tournament arc, and now he's mad at me, mad at the world, and mad at his neglected role!"
Can you please just focus on the fighting?! The dramatic tension is bleeding away and the battle is about to be ruined!
Hakuna then stammered, reality and the immediate danger snapping back into place. "Fighting? Oh sh—!"
Before he could regain his footing, another demon—one of the corrupted students—landed a heavy, punishing punch directly to his face, staggering him backward.
Rems then spoke, his voice regaining its venomous intent. "This isn't about you, Hakuna, or your trivial complaints. This is about destiny. You were never the destined protagonist. He is."
Hakuna then mumbled, wiping the blood from his lip, his determination reignited. "Hmm, well. I highly doubt that pathetic worldview makes you the savior of anything."
He flared his Nzilo with tremendous, concentrated intensity, projecting a shockwave of raw power that violently drove back Rems and the other attacking demon, sending them sprawling and disintegrating the floor beneath them.
Hakuna entered his fighting stance, his spirit unbroken, ready to bring the fight to the so-called Philosopher.
Steven, The Philosopher, mirrored the stance, a devious, cold smile etched onto his face, radiating pure, chaotic glee and power.
He then thought to himself, relishing the immense challenge of the Prince. "Bring it on, prince Hakuna. Show me the fury of a dethroned god, if you still have any fire left."
Immediately, Hakuna launched himself toward Steven, utilizing a powerful burst of his internal energy for propulsion, carrying tremendous, blurring speed that fractured the air behind him.
Steven thought to himself, tightening his grip on the relic. "Here goes! The real show begins! The final confrontation!"
With a loud boom that shook the courtyard and cracked the foundations of the nearby buildings, Hakuna and Steven's reinforced fists clashed violently in the center. Both stared down one another, Hakuna's face a mask of pure, desperate Rage, Steven's expression one of pure, ecstatic Glee and madness.
…At the Tuck Shop…
The girls had swiftly and efficiently defeated the humanoid demon they were facing. It lay motionless, its dark energy dissipating into wisps of cold air. Vanessa was standing still, her mind distant, reflecting on the rapid cascade of recent, unbelievable events.
She then voiced her confusion about the failure of Hakuna's power. "He shouted the command 'Kihimurra' and nothing happened. That was genuinely weird, considering the last time he used that command, a blast of pure energy powerful enough to destroy half the school appeared. Could he have genuinely lost his powers completely?"
Joy chimed in, referencing the other source of his power. "He still possesses the spiritual power granted by the Mehlomanelo princess's Royal Tie."
Vanessa then pondered, trying to piece together the unfamiliar Royal rules. "His girlfriend? That doesn't make any sense in terms of power transfer. How does a person gain another's ability?"
Mihlali then spoke, deciding to clarify the sensitive, hidden royal information for their commander. "My late sister, Nolitha, had formed a rare, powerful Royal Tie with Prince Hakuna—a supreme spiritual bond."
Vanessa then asked, seeking clarification on the mechanics. "Does that mean they share their life force? Are their spiritual powers permanently linked?"
Sureina chimed in, confirming the grim, necessary consequence of the bond. "No, not exactly a sharing of power. In this tragic situation, Prince Hakuna obtained Princess Nolitha's powerful life force and unique spiritual affinity after her sudden death. The Tie acted as a spiritual anchor, preventing the power from simply vanishing."
Vanessa then shouted, horrified by the casual delivery of the tragic news. "She died?! You kept a Royal death a secret from the entire DDF structure?!"
Mihlali replied, solemn and firm. "Yes. It wasn't publicly known due to the intensity and secrecy of the Tribal War that was ongoing at the time."
Vanessa then said, connecting the information to past DDF operations. "Oh, you mean back when the BBC suddenly disappeared for weeks last year? They were—?"
Mihlali interjected, her voice firm with the weight of the mission. "On a highly classified mission to rescue my sister. They failed in their objective."
Joy then continued, concluding the explanation of Hakuna's current power state. "The result is tragic. So, Hakuna possesses the ability to use Princess Nolitha's powers—her unique spiritual power—due to the residual life force and the anchored link they shared through the Royal Tie when she lived."
Vanessa then asked, cautiously hopeful, her eyes darting toward the Hostel. "So, in terms of fighting, we're good? He still has a potent, unique power?"
Mihlali replied, expressing her deep concern about his control. "I'm not so sure, Lady Vanessa. When I last saw him use Nolitha's powers, he seemed to be supplementing them with his demon's specific power—the corruptive life force Daemonium—meaning he still hasn't fully mastered or synchronized with the inherited spiritual affinity yet. He needs both to be stable to use it safely."
Vanessa then summarized the situation with palpable dread. "So we're not good."
Joy then said, ready to offer a partial solution. "Not entirely—"
Before she could explain the plan, they all simultaneously sensed the massive, violent clash of energy emanating from the Hostel courtyard. The sheer force shook the earth beneath their feet.
Naledi muttered, her head snapping toward the sound. "That is definitely Hakuna. That intense life-force signature is unmistakable."
Joy then asked, her brow furrowed in confusion and alarm. "But, who is he fighting? The energy signature on the other side is massive, too volatile and powerful for a mere demon."
Vanessa's eyes widened suddenly, a different name escaping her lips as a realization, terrifying and intimate, hit her with the force of a physical blow. "Lifa?"
They all looked at her with confused expressions. Why is she naming him?
…At the Hostel Courtyard…
Hakuna yelled out a powerful, primal roar of pure, unrestrained life force. The terrifying, reverberating screech that was characteristic of his demonic power was gone, and yet, the sheer power of the raw roar still felt immense, formidable, and full of pain.
He landed a massive blow, but Steven blocked it effortlessly, catching the strike on his reinforced forearm.
Steven also roared—a deep, chaotic sound full of newly acquired corruptiveDaemonium —as he prepared to counter-attack, his face twisting with primal power.
Steven landed a massive blow, but Hakuna blocked it with equal force, the spiritual shockwave pushing them both back several yards.
Their speed and intensity increased exponentially as their exchange repeated in multiple variations—strikes, blocks, and pure energy-infused counterattacks—until Steven surprised Hakuna. Steven leaped backward, creating critical distance, and immediately commanded a transformed student-demon to tackle the Prince.
As the demon tackled Hakuna, he was sent staggering back. More demons, under Steven's control, attacked from above, beside, and behind him, trapping him in a suffocating circle of corrupted humanity.
Steven then thought, observing Hakuna's hesitation in the face of the corrupted students. "The ultimate test. Will he attack them? Will he show mercy, knowing that they were just human students minutes ago? Will his ethics allow him to destroy them now?"
Hakuna seemed to have a dark, resolved expression as his light brown eyes glowed brighter with converging life force. He yelled the command, his voice echoing with terrible finality.
"Atmospheric Burst!"
He sent a massive, uncontrolled blast of pure, elemental energy in all directions from his body, creating a devastating shockwave that instantly incinerated nearly every single one of the surrounding demons, vaporizing their physical forms.
"Fascinating! No hesitation! The Prince is capable of supreme ruthlessness!" Steven muttered, impressed by the Prince's raw ability to destroy his former peers.
Hakuna then spoke, his voice ragged with fury and pain. "You want to see Ruthlessness? You want to test my limits? I'LL SHOW YOU THE LIMIT OF YOUR MADNESS."
With speed surpassing the sound barrier—utilizing a massive, uncontrolled burst of propulsion energy—he flew toward Steven, appearing before him instantly while aiming a full-power Fist of Inferno directly at his core.
Steven thought to himself, momentarily caught off guard by the sheer, desperate increase in speed. "He's faster now?"
The attack landed with catastrophic, earth-shattering force.
Steven was sent flying backward, crashing violently through a section of the hostel wall, leaving a massive, smoking hole in the brickwork.
Hakuna then appeared a few steps away from him, his body vibrating with residual energy and exhaustion.
He questioned, his voice laced with moral condemnation and confusion. "Why did you do such a vile, fundamental thing? Humans were never supposed to be demons in the first place. You broke the fundamental spiritual rule of this world!"
Steven strained, slowly rising from the rubble, a dark, unsettling pleasure in his expression. "Eargh. Fool. You still cling to that tired, romantic fairy tale. Humans are already a kind of demon, Prince Ntlamele. They prey on one another, they enjoy watching the suffering of one another, and they are masters at being the deliberate cause of the suffering of one another. You want to know why I do this?"
Hakuna muttered, recognizing the dangerous philosophical shift in his former friend. "Eh?!"
The ground beneath them began to shake violently, and the air grew thick with oppressive, surging corruptive Daemonium.
Steven continued, his voice gaining resonance and terrifying spiritual power. "You want to know why I bring forth their true nature? The demon lurking in every human heart?"
His eyes turned pitch black, pools of swirling darkness and decay.
He then announced, his declaration echoing across the campus with the voice of a spiritual authority. "Because this entire, corrupt world must be reformed in pure CHAOS!"
Steven's energy suddenly skyrocketed, surging with volatile, newly acquired dark life force.
He had become the vessel for a new, powerful demonic entity—a self-inflicted corruption of the highest order.
"What did you do to yourself, Steven?" Hakuna asked with concern, recognizing the terrible process as being beyond the Rib's external influence.
Steven replied, embracing the change with zeal. "Rejoice, my Sotho prince, for I am reborn in Humanity's truest, most honest, and most powerful form."
Nolitha chimes in, the voice only Hakuna can perceive. "This is just like Rorisang. It's a self-sacrifice for power, a spiritual contamination."
Hakuna then spoke, his voice firm with renewed condemnation. "This is wrong, Steven! You've destroyed yourself for this madness!"
Steven raised his arm, Lilith's Rib glowing ominously with transferred dark power in his hand.
He then announced, his declaration a terrifying decree. "Believe me, I have never been more correct! This is the beginning of the new era. Revel, my followers, in the true, purifying light that is, TYRANNY!"
The relic began to glow with blinding, corruptive light as more unsuspecting students in the surrounding area were instantly turned into demons, their forms contorting in the sudden, painful transformation.
Hakuna murmured, helpless to stop the mass transformation, his mind reeling. "No."
Steven launched himself instantly towards Hakuna, using speed that surpassed even the Prince's best energy burst, grabbing him violently by the jaw and pushing him downward, dragging his body rapidly across the ground toward the distant sports field.
The rapidly growing army of newly transformed demons, now a surging wave of corruption, followed their new master.
Meanwhile…
…Back at the Tuck Shop…
Vanessa questioned again, the disbelief still strong. "Why is he fighting Lifa?"
Naledi replied, grasping for a logical explanation. "There must be a reasonable explanation for this."
Joy chimed in, recognizing the undeniable truth she had sensed. "Or, an unreasonable one."
Vanessa then asked, desperate for a clarification. "What are you talking about? Stop being cryptic! Speak plainly!"
Mihlali then said, articulating the worst fear that the evidence now confirmed. "It could be possible."
Vanessa, her composure utterly fractured, questioned, her voice filled with wounded fury. "What could be possible, damn it! Tell me!"
Joy then said, giving her the painful truth that was now apparent. "Lady Vanessa, this Lifa character, could be—"
Vanessa interjected, violently cutting her off, her mind refusing to accept the betrayal of her trust. "No! You're wrong! It cannot be him! Not Lifa!"
Sureina then said, urging immediate calm and assessment. "Lady Vanessa, please take this devastating information in a calm and collected manner. We must assess the facts as they appear."
Vanessa then argued, her voice trembling with wounded pride. "But it's impossible! I vouched for him! I used every strand of my power as Head Girl, every ounce of my authority, to eliminate him as a suspect from the DDF list!"
Naledi vouched, recalling the official documents they had processed. "Even the circumstantial evidence you provided to the DDF proved his innocence, Lady Vanessa. He was thoroughly vetted."
Mihlali then delivered the final, undeniable conclusion, her tone heavy with gravity. "You two must be close, and I respect your bond. But Hakuna is actively fighting him right now, and in this situation, if the Prince is willingly fighting someone despite not being at full fighting strength, then we must logically conclude that Lifa Steven Mokoena, is in fact, The Philosopher."
As soon as she finished speaking, Steven, violently dragging the battered, unconscious Hakuna, appeared. He used Hakuna's body to ram through the remnants of the Tuck Shop at full speed, creating a massive explosion of debris as he sped toward the sports field, the army of transformed demons following close behind.
Naledi muttered, witnessing the devastation and the shocking sight. "Oh no!"
Joy then asked, her voice tight with rising horror. "Was that him?"
Vanessa did not respond, she was shaking uncontrollably, trapped between overwhelming disbelief and surging fury.
"They're heading for the field! We have to move now! He is going to execute the Prince!" Sureina yelled, pointing to the dust trail.
Joy then shouted, sternly grabbing Vanessa's shoulder, demanding a spiritual affirmation to break the paralysis. "Lady Vanessa! Answer me! Was, that, him?!"
She still did not respond, trembling—was it paralyzing fear, or was it pure, uncontrollable rage at the depth of the deception?
Mihlali yelled, urging immediate action. "We have to go! We cannot let the Philosopher get away with the Prince!"
Joy then shouted, injecting critical urgency into the paralyzed Head Girl. "LADY VANESSA!!"
The atmosphere around Vanessa suddenly intensified dramatically, her internal life force converging into a volatile, massive, light-filled aura that shattered the surrounding air.
As she roared, the sound filled with absolute, murderous intent, focused entirely on the betrayer. "I WILL END HIM MYSELF! HE WILL REGRET THE DAY HE LIED TO ME!"
She vanished in a blinding burst of spiritual speed, leaving a spiraling dust cloud behind.
Naledi coughed in the swirling sand and debris. "I always forget about the loose sand around here. She moves like a literal cannonball when she's that angry."
…At the Field…
Steven was seen dragging Hakuna across the scorched ground, approaching the massive pavilion stands.
He then thought to himself, savoring the dark power coursing through him. "I feel the chaotic embrace of it all, this powerful, corruptive energy, my guiding light towards Tyranny—hmm?"
A guttural, deafening roar could be heard from a distance behind him, charging with unimaginable speed. "LLIIIIFFFAAAA!"
Vanessa was seen stomping toward Steven with incredible, earth-shaking speed, swatting the advancing army of demons aside as if they were nothing more than bothersome flies, her spiritual power momentarily overriding her moral compass to kill.
She then questioned, her voice raw with betrayed trust and pain. "How could you do this, Lifa?! I put my career on the line for you!"
Steven threw the unconscious Hakuna roughly into the pavilion stands as he spoke, maintaining his casual arrogance. "Quite easily, in fact, with some additional steps added due to your misplaced trust, I was able to accelerate my plans and reach my ultimate form—"
"I trusted you!!" She interjected, the word trusted carrying more spiritual weight and hurt than any blow.
Steven then sighed dramatically, dismissing her faith entirely. "Oh, please, darling. You trusted a falsified, sentimental interpretation of what a human being truly is. I merely showed you the honest truth."
Vanessa then declared, her body tense, Nzilo surging through her limbs. "Know this, Steven Mokoena! You will fall by my hand, and by the sacred power of the Mbatha clan!!"
Steven then casually said, his mind already calculating his next strategic move. "Oh, how noble of you...Moremi."
Rems, the corrupted student-demon, then appeared beside Steven, his spiritual energy now deeply fused with the dark Daemonium. He spoke with calculated arrogance. "As the almighty Philosopher dictates, your insolence stops here. You are outmatched, Head Girl."
Vanessa grunted in pure anger, channeling her internal spiritual energy and focusing her intent. "Grrr, woza, AMAHLE!"
A large, ancestral sword—the powerful, spiritually attuned weapon of the Mbatha clan—appeared from the ground where she stood, leaping instantly into Vanessa's waiting hand. The blade shone with purified energy.
Rems then laughed, a high, mocking sound that cut through the chaos. "Hehehe, you really are a fool, Head Girl. Woza, AMAHLE!"
"What?!" Vanessa muttered, utter disbelief freezing her rage.
A large sword, perfectly similar in spiritual construction and power to Vanessa's own, appeared from the ground nearby, leaping instantly into Rems' hand. The blade pulsed with dark, corrupted light.
Vanessa was clearly, supremely enraged by this shocking mimicry of her most sacred technique.
She then thought to herself, her mind racing through her lineage's secrets and the magnitude of the spiritual theft. "The Mbatha are a proud warrior clan. Our ancestral techniques were taught in the ways of the samurai by a revered Japanese aristocrat long ago. Each and every woman of our clan was trained in a special way in order for us to be able to call upon the power of our Katana at any moment without physically carrying it beside us, by sharing a name with our blade. Amongst the other secret techniques of the sword, this specific ritual was by far the most difficult to learn, taking years of studying, intensive training, and spiritual discipline to achieve. And this idiot—this traitor—dares to copy the sacred technique of my entire clan, WITH MY NAME?!"
She then shouted, the rage overriding every other emotion, the betrayal complete. "You bastard!! You will pay for this spiritual theft!"
She launched her attack as the two figures—Vanessa and Rems—clashed violently, their spiritual weapons ringing out over the sports field in a desperate, furious duel.
Steven then pondered, entirely uninterested in the distraction he had created. "Hmmm, where was I? Ah, yes. The Prince. My true quarry."
He casually walked away from the duel and the fighting demons, heading toward the shattered pavilion stands where he had brutally thrown the unconscious Hakuna.
…At New Vision High School, miles away…
Sibusiso was seen talking intently on his phone, his face grave.
Bodega, MXO, and Super were seen watching him from a distance, their trivial concerns momentarily forgotten.
Bodega asked, ever curious. "Who do you think he's talking to?"
MXO shrugged his shoulders, unwilling to break his silence.
Bodega asked, undeterred. "What do you think they're talking about?"
MXO shrugged his shoulders again, a faint shake of his head denying the question.
Bodega then turned fully to MXO, pleading for a response. "Oh come on, MXO, I get that you don't speak much when the whole group is around, but it's just the two of us here, man! Give me something to work with!"
Super suddenly chimed in, having silently walked up behind them. "Make that three. And stop harassing him, idiot."
Bodega jolted, startled. "Gyaa! What the hell are you doing here, Super?!"
Super replied flatly, his hands in his pockets. "I don't just study Physics, stupid boy. I study Business Studies too. I have classes."
"Ohh, right." Bodega murmured, chastised.
Super then said, his tone serious and direct. "Plus, you and I need to talk about something crucial."
Bodega replied, confused. "Huh? What about?"
Super then questioned, his tone entirely accusatory. "Why the hell are you using my name as your stage name?"
Bodega then argued, defending his branding with unnecessary force. "Eh? Ohh, no, no, no… your name is Super, AKA, basic. My name is SUPXR, with an 'X', and all caps, dude. A completely different product."
Super then retorted, utterly unimpressed. "The fact that you pronounce it in the exact same way means you're obviously copying me!"
Bodega then said, escalating the trivial argument. "No, I am not! I am a cultural innovator!"
Super replied, taking a threatening step forward. "Yes, you are! And I'm the original Super, you fraud!"
Bodega then said, affirming himself with excessive certainty. "No, I am, not. Get over yourself, Super."
Super then said, his temper flaring and his fists clenching. "Don't think because you're half a foot taller than me I won't beat you up right here and now, Bodega."
Bodega provoked, leaning in with a challenge he didn't mean. "Oh, I'd like to see you try, Super! You'd never win!"
They both grabbed one another by the collar and prepared to brawl, their focus entirely on the petty fight, ignoring the rising spiritual tension around them.
Sibusiso turned while ending the call, his face grim with the weight of responsibility. "Don't worry, we're on our way. Naledi, shap."
He put down his phone and said, addressing the room and the brawlers. "Guys, something catastrophic is happening at school—eh?"
"Huh?" Both Super and Bodega said in unison, their attention finally snagged by Sibusiso's tone, realizing he was speaking to them.
The both of them stopped their brawl midway, frozen in a comical, collar-grabbing pose, their argument instantly forgotten in the face of Sibusiso's serious demeanor.
Sibusiso, distracted by the presence of Super, asked. "Super? What are you doing here?"
Super replied flatly, dropping Bodega's collar. "Don't ask stupid questions. What's going on at Milner? Your face is white."
Sibusiso then said, his voice dropping to a serious, undeniable tone. "The Philosopher has launched his final, mass attack. It's bad. It's really, catastrophically bad. The Head Girl's team confirmed it. We have to go there, all of us. All DDF students that are here, and all EXCOs. Milner is officially at WAR."
They all stared at him in shocked confusion, the gravity of the declaration sinking in and overriding all rational thought.
Super then said, voicing the general disbelief and shock with a harsh expletive. "What the fuck?!"
Fade out…
End of Episode 59.