A Bloody Massacre

Today was a special training day for the special class students, and every single one of them was out in the training field, which was buzzing with energy as students engaged in their usual combat drills. Some sparred in pairs, while others practiced mana control or sharpened their weapons. The instructors supervised, barking occasional corrections, but there was no indication that anything was amiss.

Bridget watched the students train from her arched windows, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. Although she was staring at the students, her gaze was vacant.

"This changes everything," she mumbled to herself, trotting back to her seat with a resigned expression crossing her features. "I guess I'll have to fulfill my part of the deal if I really want them to help me."

She narrowed her eyes and thought back to the conversation she had with the representative from the Lich Order.