Jelo found himself standing in the ruins of the academy.
What used to be towering buildings were now broken skeletons of stone and metal. The streets were cracked open, smoke rising from the remains of the city. The air smelled burnt—like dust, ash, and something worse.
"Mira, Ken—everyone, move!" Jelo shouted. "We have to get out before they find us!"
The Dabas and the Ihe had wiped everything out. Every professional Supa was gone.
Now, they were hunting the rest.
In the distance, the Dabas roamed—massive, distorted figures, their bodies heavy and uneven, dragging across the ground with slow, unnatural movements.
But they weren't the real threat.
The Ihe were.
Invisible. Watching. Controlling.
"Ken! They're right behind you—faster!" Jelo yelled as they sprinted through the broken streets.
Footsteps thundered behind them.
Not fast—but heavy.
Each step shook the ground.
Jelo glanced back.
A Daba was closing in.
