“Kirk, you bastard!”
The resounding scream of the Grand Duke of the Nether World halted every movement within the open arena. Tension surged as the surrounding area was swallowed in darkness—an instant of pure oblivion that cloaked the entire island, hiding the sun away.
Headmaster Kirk, who had been slumped in his seat with drooping eyes fixed on the largest monitor, snapped upright as if caught red-handed.
The familiar darkness that made his skin crawl told him exactly who stood behind him—radiating an unmistakable killing intent, aimed especially at him. Like a puppet with severed strings, Headmaster Kirk quivered and cautiously peeked over his shoulder. He stumbled back with a yelp, falling to the floor with a loud thud, all the color draining from his face.
“Z-Zel, my friend…” The
