"Kirk, you bastard!"
The resounding scream of the grand duke of the Nether World stopped every movement inside the open arena. The tension arose when the surrounding area flashed with darkness as if in a split second, the entire island succumbed to the oblivion of shadow – hiding the sun away.
Headmaster Kirk, who was slumped on his seat while his drooping eyes stared at the largest monitor, straightened from his as if he was being caught in the act.
The familiar darkness that made him shiver was enough information to know who was standing behind his seat – emitting a deadly intent to murder anyone especially him. Like a doll that lost his capability to be flexible, Headmaster Kirk quivered as he took a peek at who was behind his chair only to stumble back. He fell to the floor with a loud thud while losing all the colors of his face.