unconscious

Despite being taken by surprise, Zain didn't suffer too many injuries before the grotesque griffin could come to its senses. He wrapped his hands around its neck and struggled with all his might until he heard a sickening "snap." The grotesque griffins were all targeting Zain. Luckily, the classroom he had crashed into was empty. His head was bleeding profusely as the griffins ruthlessly attacked him. With each griffin he killed or immobilized, he would receive a devastating wound.

The griffins were resilient and full of bloodlust. Their target was a scrawny little boy who had, surprisingly, killed one of their own just a few seconds ago. The griffins, through their perverted intelligence, understood that a one-on-one fight with him would spell their doom. Instead, they attacked him as a pack, knowing that the odds of surviving were higher if they overwhelmed him. They descended upon him in a terrifying wave.

The teachers instructed the students to evacuate the building while they themselves went to gear up. They were caught completely off guard, as nothing like this had ever happened since the academy was built.

It took the teachers ten minutes to gear up and reach the scene of the attack. But when they arrived, they found all the griffins lying lifeless on the ground. Some had their eyes gouged out, while others had their wings ruthlessly severed. The culprit lay lifeless on the edge of the building, the point where the grotesque griffins had broken in.

The teachers were shocked by the scene. Some helped carry Zain to Principal Benedict, while the remaining teachers began cleaning up the grisly aftermath.

"Is he alive?" Principal Benedict asked the teacher who carried him.

"He's unconscious, but with all the wounds he sustained, I doubt he'll last much longer," the teacher replied gravely.

"Quick, is it ready?" Principal Benedict asked, turning to one of the scientists.

"Sir, it's too potent. He might die or never wake up at all," the old scientist cautioned.

"Do it!" Principal Benedict commanded, his voice firm.

Zain was placed in a vertical hyperbaric chamber that was filled with a strange, glowing green liquid. An oxygen mask was strapped to his face before he began to float in the long, vertical chamber. He was unconscious but could still faintly hear what was going on around him.

"It's a miracle! He has stabilized. The monstron in the hyperbaric chamber is working," a voice exclaimed.

General Garry entered the room. He maintained a composed expression, but his eyes betrayed the sadness he felt.

"When will he wake up?" General Garry asked.

"His wounds are healing quickly, but we are not sure," the scientist replied.

"So you mean he is in a coma?" the general inquired.

"Yes, General," the scientist confirmed.

General Garry walked away in silence and went to stand at the top of the building. He stared at the swirling clouds above, a deep frown creasing his brow.

"Why do you have to be so cruel to the boy?" General Garry whispered, his voice filled with a poignant sadness.

"Who are you talking to?" Principal Benedict asked, standing behind him.

General Garry smiled faintly. "I am trying to talk to the one up there... our creator."