Cries of pain and agony filled the school gym as people scattered around trying to find an escape path. In a bid to flee, a swarm of people tried to rush out of the singular door that led to the gym, and that did not end well as people who tripped or got tripped were left helpless on the floor as they were not given time to stand up before being trampled on mercilessly.
Now it was not only the sound of pain that filled the space, but the sound of bones breaking, flesh tearing and ripping apart now joined the mix to create an orchestra of suffering.
Something was not right, the reaction of the people in the gym was too strong, it was merely a ceiling that collapsed and not a bomb that was tossed in their midst. They were influenced by a power, a power not of their world, a power that intensified their fears and instilled dread within them. This was Zalos' doing