章 116: Aftermath.

As the dust from the battle royale settled, the tension in the air was palpable. Sixtie leaned heavily on her knees, her breaths shallow and labored, yet her defiant gaze was locked on Ethan. Trevor stood nearby; his exhaustion evident but his stance unyielding. Ethan, meanwhile, stood tall amidst the chaos, his hair still flowing slightly as his aura gradually retracted.

The second-year students watching from the sidelines were eerily quiet, their awe and fear evident. The vampires among them, however, were different. Their pale faces glowed faintly as their red eyes shimmered with reverence. Whispers of devotion spread through the crowd, an almost hymn-like murmur growing louder.

"Lord Ethan... our god..." one voice murmured, echoed by others in hushed tones.