"Boom..."
A series of tremors could be heard. The principal and Locke immediately knew who was coming.
"Principal! Locke! Are you guys okay?" Tristan looked around anxiously, and Jacques trailed behind him.
"Lower Your Voice. Are you trying to deafen me?" Hobrick angrily spat.
"Did you get injured that badly?" Tristan hurriedly rushed over, only to be greeted by the principal's sorry state.
Locke, on the other hand, was unharmed. He maintained a calm expression just like usual.
"Where's Old Man White? Did he flee once he was beaten?" Jacques paid close attention to his surroundings.
"Where else can he go? This entire valley is his grave..." Hobrick's voice was soft. It seemed that he still had lingering attachments to his old friend.
After all, they had known each other for fifty years. It was impossible for him to be unfazed by his death.