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.
Her upperclassman walked forward, seething with fury—his presence commanding the broken field like a storm waiting to erupt.
