Meanwhile,
In another block littered with dead bodies all over the ground, the dean stood with his rapier. A happy to go smile sported his face, making it hard for anyone to think that the easy going person standing there with a smile was the bringer of this massacre.
"Are you okay?" The dean asked the man behind him. The man was an instructor from the academy and had wounds all over his body. The light in his eyes was no less than a small flame on the verge blowing out.
The intervention of the dean was what had saved him and if not for that, he was ready to blow himself up and die along with the enemies.
"Just a little tired," He replied with a chuckle and fell to the ground. The exhaustion got to him as his consciousness darkened and he fell to the ground.
"Sigh.." The dean turned, picked him up and flew towards the care center set up by the military.