Chapter 69: Revelations
Flabbergasted was far too mild a word to describe what Zephyr felt, he was shocked. Disoriented. Surprised.
Everything he’d believed had been a lie in the past few moments had been a lie. What overturned school? What Apocalypse?.
"I’ve been fooled."
The thought echoed in his mind, his teeth clenched tight in false anger as he layed down alone on his bed in the darkness.
What S.C.A.R nonsense, the real terrorists was an organization called Black Omnibus. And here he was being fooled. And Mr. Fisher even admitted to twisting the the general knowledge.
He said he was having fun hearing students curse at an organization that didn’t even exist.
After what they’d called the "Apocalypse Tournament," they were informed—casually, even smugly—that the tournament was the Apocalypse. That was it, no world-ending war, no divine reckoning.
A tournament they hadn’t even known they were participating in.
Mr. Fisher had gone on with explanations, details, some long-winded speech—but Zephyr hadn’t listened. Not really. His mind had shut down the moment the truth cracked open. Instead, he’d focused on the nearest distraction.
The all-you-can-eat buffet.
That was how he found himself in the cafeteria, devouring plate after plate until he’d nearly ruptured something. He couldn’t say why. Hunger?— yes. Resentment?— at the prize of the meal he normally couldn’t afford. Pettiness?— because every food devoured was a won battle against the school stinginess.