Chapter 50: The Divisions

Christina's voice was not loud and yet every single one of her words summed to penetrate through the air and travel directly into the ears of the two hundred students, reaching deep into their souls.

Well, most of their souls. Xaloc watched her with narrowed eyes. He could agree with her that the living is the victor but what does she mean by the school does not dream that they would defeat such monsters.

Xaloc's hand tightened on the bag that he was carrying.

Unlike the words of this lady, the utterances of Ozias were what occupied his soul. He had repeated it to himself severally that he was not sure if he could forget any word.