"Gulp..."
Someone swallowed audibly, but it was quickly interrupted by a huge shout.
"IT'S JUST A MERE PEAK SAINT! HE CAN'T DO SHIT!"
The shout broke the silence in an instant. It traveled through the crowd, breaking every single feeling of cowardice on their hearts.
After all...
He was a mere Peak Saint!
A whole wave of different demons took it as permission.
House colors, no colors, spears and chains and bare claws, countless auras flaring as they left the safer fights and ran at the torn-coat incubus standing on a pile of their classmates.
Gray did not step off the pile.
He stood motionless and tilted his head, his bloodshot eyes tracking the first rank of them as if they were weather.
'…Fuh. I'm going to need to bother that power again…'
He closed his eyes.
[Emotionless Sword Intent]
When he opened them again, they were entirely blank, not containing a single shred of emotion.
