Sullivan's group jogged through the forest in stiff silence. With Ace leading the way, the Leader was more comfortable believing the forest had been cleared of its fiery-tailed inhabitants.
Piles of ash littered the ground and the deeper they went into the glass forest, the more chaos they found.
Trees had been shattered and the ground a mess from the commotion that had ensued, painting a picture of a rough battlefield.
It was impossible to tell the difference between what ash belonged to a student and what belonged to the enemy, so the Leader proceeded without paying the battlefield any attention.
His main aim was to avenge his fallen comrades. As the group jogged through the forest, his thoughts soared.
So far, he couldn't pinpoint a single moment that he'd made a mistake in his judgement… and yet, he'd lost most of his members already.