Screams quickly filled the streets as the students scurried away from the blast.
Drai and his friends turned toward the sound of the explosion sound and saw that there was a fresh large hole on the building's second-floor wall. Some of the students were lying there unmoving on the ground, seemingly hit by the rubble that flew down the street from the blast. A few of the unlucky ones were even bleeding heavily from their heads.
Before anyone could make sense of what had just happened, the dust around the hole settled, and three dark figures emerged from the building, standing side by side on the ledge.
"Hahaha! Finally! We're here, motherfuckers!" the rightmost figure shouted as he threw his hands up with a manic laugh. He was tall and lanky, clad in a black cultist robe. In fact, all three of them wore the same robes, only differing in size.
The middle figure, a small woman with a pretty yet cold face, clicked her tongue with an annoyed look.