"It was the last one!" Victor shouted, his blade sinking deep into the final Hybrid's chest before yanking it free with a spray of blood. The Hybrid let out a groan before collapsing lifelessly onto the marble floor.
The great hall within the castle now looked more like a war zone—broken pillars, scorched walls, and bodies strewn across the polished tiles. Victor stood amidst the wreckage, panting heavily. Selene was at his side, along with Priscilla, Cylien—who had recovered enough to fight—and a handful of surviving classmates and knights. Their numbers had thinned considerably, but they had held the line.
The immediate danger had passed at least here in the castle.
"Reinforce the castle walls immediately! Don't let another Hybrid step foot inside!" Percy Moonfang shouted orders. The remaining knights snapped to attention, racing off to carry out his orders without hesitation.
Selene reached out, grabbing Victor's arm. "Are you alright?" She asked.
