Thud~
A lifeless body fell before Jeskirin, materializing out of thin air. He rolled the body over with his feet, to check the identity of the person who still had the attire of the Academy.
His lips crept up when he saw the face of the person. Amongst the people who had entered the tomb before his daughter, this boy was the strongest.
His body had no wounds, and not even the slightest trace of blood. He had died without suffering through any physical attack. He knew who was responsible for this boy's death. It could only be his daughter.
"It seems you are about to lose. My daughter has taken the Ice Phoenix Flames," he told Freya, his confidence shooting through the roof.
More and more bodies started falling from the sky, right outside the tomb. Amongst the bodies, there were only a rare few that hadn't died at the hands of the little girl, and had wounds all around their bodies.
