Felix realized how far he had gone after he splitted himself away from the main hall before the castle collapsed.
At least 48 people. All of them were dead and buried alongside the castle.
He was the only survivor.
There was just one detail: all those he assumed to be students were nothing but soulless husks. And those he considered to be council members were demons in disguise, fed with the souls of those foolish enough to cultivate their magical prowess before being robbed of their magically energized essences.
Despite the bloodbath he unleashed, Felix couldn’t stop but realize he was very close to losing his mortal soul. No wonder why they were afraid of him: he was the only one who could oppose their particular brand of magic.
The trip had been quite enriching. And now he possessed a unique and powerful ability whose potential he could barely comprehend. Now it was time to return home…