BOOOOOOM!!!
The already fractured stone exploded outward as his fist connected, debris flying in every direction as a massive section of the academy wall collapsed, attracting the attention of all the demons present inside the academy.
From the other side, a large force of demons—already alerted by the earlier chaos—charged at him.
"THERE HE IS!!"
"THE HUMAN!! KILL HIM!!!"
Hundreds of them.
But Nox didn't slow down.
"I'm already late," he muttered, lifting Glacier's End. "Get out of my way."
His body blurred.
What followed next was carnage.
He weaved through their formation, slicing and tearing through demonic flesh like paper. Every swing left trails of frost, stone, or searing fire. He didn't even need to stop moving—every movement, every cut, was precise and deadly.
In seconds, over thirty demons were already on the ground, writhing or dead.
Meanwhile—
Inside the Academy – West Wing
