Chapter 167. Global Crisis
After returning to my dorm the previous night, I had managed to snag some decent sleep. But apparently, peace never lasted long.
At the break of dawn, I was rudely shaken awake by none other than Art. The bastard was practically vibrating with urgency as he yelled in my face, "Get up, Cassius! Miss Celia called for everyone—like everyone everyone. It’s serious."
Still groggy and cursing the universe, I dragged myself out of bed, threw on my uniform half-properly, and made my way outside. That’s how I found myself standing in the central plaza, surrounded by my entire class, bleary-eyed and confused. The air was oddly heavy, and Miss Celia stood before us with a face more serious than I’d ever seen.
She cleared her throat, arms folded neatly behind her back, her gaze sweeping over us.
"Students," she began, her voice echoing through the plaza, "I’ve summoned you here because I require your assistance."
Her tone was formal, calm, but sharp enough to pierce through the morning haze clouding most of our minds.
"The reason I’ve called upon you," she continued, "is... dire. Yesterday, many of you may have sensed an unnatural shift—a wrongness in the air. That wasn’t paranoia or stress. It was very real."
That immediately got everyone’s attention.
The murmur that erupted was exactly what I expected—panicked, confused voices rising all at once. I could already feel a headache forming.
Miss Celia didn’t wait for the murmurs to settle. "All over Cronica, spatial rifts have begun to emerge. From those rifts, monstrous entities are spilling into our world. Horrific creatures... abominations. We’re calling them the Spawns of Vorr’Kael."
A collective gasp surged through the crowd like synchronized breathing.