41 - Race against time

Outside the barricade, after a bloody and exhausting battle that gave the impression of never having to end, the situation finally seems to lean in our favor; the power and resilience of the strongest familiars of the Lunae Novae dormitory has far exceeded my most optimistic expectations, managing not only to contain but also to repel the assault of the winged demons, decimating them, even if not without suffering serious injuries.

Few—around a dozen, mostly the familiars on the brink of promotion to the Lunae Crescentis dormitory—came out more or less unscathed, with only superficial scratches or little more. Most of us, however, barely manage to stay on our feet, dismayed by wounds all over our bodies—some quite serious and deep—and only willpower and fear of death have given them the strength not to collapse.