CHAPTER 256 - Justice or Torture?

The crowd's roar had turned into a storm of cheers, their voices rising in triumphant exultation as Alex stood over Vaelith's broken form.

The once-feared warrior, the one who had tormented students and trampled over others without mercy, now lay sprawled against the barrier like discarded trash.

Alex stepped forward, his silver-white hair catching the sunlight, his blue eyes cold and unreadable. He could hear their chants, their demands for blood, for suffering, for justice.

And he would grant them their wish.

But not for them.

No, this was for himself. 

This was for Fenna. 

This was for every student who had suffered beneath Vaelith's heel. 

Most of all, this was for the twisted justice that Vaelith had once claimed as his right.

He had said that he could do what he wanted because he was the stronger one, right?

Now Alex was the stronger one.