Alden sat alone in his hotel room in Lustra.
It had been a day since the attack at the ancient ruins.
After taking down the Advanced Apprentice Rank cultists, he hadn't encountered any other threats of that level.
He swiftly met up with Aziel and Cecilia.
Amyra and Nyx joined them soon as well. Both were safe and sound.
A few minutes after they met up, a sharp whistle rang.
A sharp signal rang through the air, after which the demon contractors began retreating.
Soon, Jeremy arrived and brought the situation under control.
Still, the damage was done.
Many students had died. The exact number was never released, even to them.
The only thing widely known was this: the attack had been targeting Imperial Princess Amyra.
As Alden scrolled through social media, the venom was impossible to miss.
Posts condemning her flooded the net, painting her as the reason for the tragedy.
It wasn't even her fault.
But the world didn't need facts. It needed a scapegoat.
