Chapter 214
"You managed to defeat the puppets, but can you defeat the boss?" the man smirked, his voice laced with mockery as he stared at the tired and worn-out students.
"If they can't… I can."
A sharp voice rang out across the battlefield. "And I will make you pay for killing my friend!"
All eyes turned toward the new voice.
Viktor emerged from the smoke and rubble, walking with a bloodied limp. His once-vibrant yellow hair was matted with sweat and dust, and a tattered blue bandana clung stubbornly to his head.
Cuts marked his face and arms, and his shredded sleeves flapped with every step. His expression was a mixture of rage and grief.
"Huh?" the necromancer muttered, turning to face the newcomer. The students followed his gaze.
"Viktor?" Charlotte breathed, her voice laced with disbelief.