Mayhem meets chaos

*_Rarrrrrghhhhh_ !!!!*

The roar shattered the night.

It wasn't just sound—it was primal force given voice, a cry that resonated at frequencies that made air itself shudder.

Through the corridors of School 8's sprawling campus, through dormitories and training grounds, through administrative offices and guard posts, that single sound carried a message older than civilization: apex predator.

In the barracks, seasoned soldiers jolted awake, hands reaching for weapons. In the dorms, students pressed against windows, searching the darkness for its source. Even the air seemed to hold its breath, waiting.

'What the hell?' Diana thought, her dead zone wavering as she stared at the portal before her. The red mist pouring from it felt wrong—ancient, heavy with power that made her skin crawl. Her power required focus, demanded complete control, but every instinct screamed at her to run.