Crimson Reaper unsheathed his death scythe, the curved blade gleaming ominously under the academy's shattered lights.
Shade tilted his head, his masked gaze locking onto Leo. A chuckle escaped him.
"Oh… so you're the Crimson Reaper. The new adventurer who's been interfering with our plans." His tone carried a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Who would've thought—a student… and a human of all things."
Shade's eyes flickered with intrigue. "But I've heard rumors—you wield blood like a vampire. So tell me… what are you, really?"
Leo twirled his scythe once before planting it firmly into the ground. His voice was steady, unwavering.
"Forget all that. It's time for your beating."
A short silence followed. Then—
Gerald, who had been watching the exchange with an amused smirk, let out a low chuckle.
"Okay, yeah… this is not what I signed up for." He cracked his knuckles, his green pupils glowing faintly. "But I guess it'll be fun."
The tension in the air thickened.
