Where Can We Find Hope (1)

The thick smell of blood permeated the air within the capital institute. The high walls had been flattened and broken debris stained with blood was scattered everywhere.

Death shrouded these previously auspicious grounds.

The demons…

Were still pouring in continuously.

This battle had taken countless lives. Half of the students had died in battle while all the tutors had perished in the line of duty.

The battered institute director led the surviving students in retreat to the martial arts arena. His white robes were already full of blood stains while his benevolent face bore three bloody gashes from the demons' claws. One of his eyes had also been scratched blind.

The institute director held fast to his magic staff and stood blocking the main doors of the martial arts arena. Behind him were more than a thousand exhausted students.