He isn't The Sezar We (I) know
Despite Adrian's revelation, the atmosphere in the hall didn't shift as much as he had expected. The tension grew thicker, but no immediate plan of action followed. Whispers stirred once more as instructors and students exchanged uncertain glances. The Vice-Principal's face remained unreadable, but a flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes.
It was clear: even with all the information laid out before them, the situation had not fundamentally changed.
And it was becoming more dire by the second.
The screens continued to flicker with scenes of the academy's defenses—students preparing, the eerie movements of the weremonkeys outside the perimeter, and flashes of abominations prowling the city. The lockdown was holding for now, but it was only a matter of time before the defenses would crack under pressure.
Adrian could feel it.
They knew this wasn't enough too.
Waiting like this, hoping for a breakthrough, wasn't a plan.