[A/N:I'm sorry for using a strongword on that specific scene below.]
"Focus!"
The dizziness eased slightly.
Not much.
But enough.
He forced himself upright afterward, leaning heavily against the broken wooden stick while stepping over shattered desks and chunks of fallen concrete scattered across what remained of the classroom.
The room barely looked like a room anymore.
Half the wall was gone.
Smoke drifted slowly through the open destruction left behind by the dragon while cracked tiles groaned beneath scattered debris. Torn notebooks fluttered weakly across the floor from the wind still pouring through the massive hole in the building.
At that moment, Si Hon got the chance to finally look around.
Some students were still crawling toward the exit, dragging their bodies along the floor. It was a mess. A few of them didn't have legs anymore— just bone and torn meat where their lower halves used to be.
