Chapter 218: Tragedy

"Shun Yin! Are you all right?"

Shin Yin raised his head and glanced up when he heard his name being called. The fog was slowly dissipating, and he spotted Glen running toward him, followed by Henry Porter and a small squad of soldiers.

"Yeah." Shun Yin rose to his feet unsteadily. "What about you? Where did you go?"

"He came to find me," Henry answered in Glen's stead when the latter paused to catch his breath. "Informed me of the attack…though we detected it a few minutes before he burst into the office. Still appreciate it, though," he added with a pat on Glen's shoulder.

"I thought that the traitor and the Assassins might be aiming for my dad," Glen explained breathlessly as he looked around in dismay at the massacre. Many of the students were lying on the ground, motionless and lifeless.

"Turns out that they weren't," Henry remarked with a complicated expression, as if he wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or bitter over the loss of his students. "Nobody attacked us."