Neither Ignotus nor Dante had anticipated such a hidden force.
The scale of this group of Demons—hidden entirely from the Academy's sight—was staggering. Even after Ignotus, his cohort, and Dante had thinned the herd, slaughtering their way through the tunnels, so many remained.
They crawled out of the cracks and poured out of hidden chambers. Fanatics driven by a deranged zeal, throwing themselves at the shadow squads with zero regard for self-preservation.
If the rest of the students knew how close they had come to extinction... well, there would be a lot of wet pants in the first-year dorms tonight.
The thought of what could have unfolded without their interference sent a shiver down even the headmaster's spine.
The death of everything in this region would have been a guarantee.
Perhaps an entire map would have needed redrawing.
But that timeline had been averted... barely.
Dante stood alone in the myocardium of the dungeon.
