Kapitel 380: Desperate Situations Calls For Desperate Skills

Draven stood before the children, his sharp eyes scanning the room. His gaze was stern, unyielding, and it commanded a silence that filled every corner of the space. The children sat in front of him, each of them gazing up with wide, attentive eyes. There was a palpable energy in the room—anticipation, mixed with a hint of nervousness.

"That will be all for today," Draven finally said, his voice clipped and efficient. "Dismissed."

A collective breath seemed to be released. The children scrambled to their feet, a flurry of movement that sent chairs scraping against the floor and echoed through the room. There was a sense of excitement in their actions—a youthful energy that spoke of eagerness to practice what they had learned, even if the lesson had been far from simple. The children, despite their circumstances, radiated a kind of hope that couldn't be easily dimmed.