Back at the ball.
Blood covered the marble floor.
The once elegant hall had turned into a slaughterhouse.
Among the chaos, a woman stood in the center of it all, ripping apart the bat like wings of an Aberrant with her bare hands.
Black blood splashed across her from head to toe, dripping from her hair and dress. Her beauty had been completely drowned beneath the grotesque mess of guts and intestines piled at her feet.
"Heather! What about the students?"
Heather swung his greatsword in a wide arc. The blade cleaved through a swarm of Aberrants rushing him, cutting a dozen apart in a single sweep.
"They got transported!" Heather shouted back while tearing another one.
"I need time to break through the distortion. Luckily, the location was diverted. I did not see any Aberrants entering the warped space, so they should be safe for now."
"So all we need to do is kill these squeaky little pests, right?" Zmey said cheerfully.
She stomped on an Aberrant's head.
