In every situation with massive explosion and debris flying away there one thing that will all follow, chaos.
The academy was in chaos. Smoke raised to the sky painting it black, and fire began devouring the ground creating wave of flames that burns everything. As debris rained down from crumbling buildings. Students and teachers all move to fight to protect the school, the academy's security clash against Nero's forces, who moved with depression to get their leader out of the academy.
Apollo on the other hand stood atop the academy walls, surveying the battlefield. His golden eyes glowed with the power of the system. Everything now his under his gaze, as he assessed the situation. The enemy forces were moving in formation, pressing forward relentlessly.
Yet… something felt off.
Apollo look eve more and felt the same feeling when he saw the changes in the academy before.
Then he saw it—the students fighting alongside them weren't real.