The Aftermath and A New Threat

The academy grounds were still and silent, the air thick with the stench of death. The once-vibrant courtyard at the back gate now resembled a battlefield, littered with the mangled corpses of S-rank monsters. Blood pooled in grotesque patches across the dirt, staining the once-pristine academy grounds a deep crimson. The ground itself seemed to tremble, echoing the unsettling aftermath of Leo's massacre.

Brodie stood in the midst of the carnage, his eyes wide, unable to tear his gaze from the bodies of the fallen monsters. His mind was still processing what had just happened. He had seen the power of Progenitors in stories and legends, but to witness it firsthand—up close—was something far beyond his comprehension.

"What just happened?" Brodie muttered under his breath, still staring at the shattered remnants of the serpentine creature the Crimson Reaper had killed with such ease.