Raphael pushed open the door.
…
What?
The room was empty.
It was clearly a classroom, as rows of desks and chairs lined the space, but not a single person was inside.
That doesn't make sense. I can still feel the Red Dragon's energy. Could I be wrong—?
BOOM!
Before he could finish the thought, an explosion of energy crashed down from above. A crushing force slammed into his body, sending searing pain through his muscles. The impact was instant, violent, and left him no time to react.
The floor beneath him shattered.
The world blurred as he fell through the hole, debris tumbling alongside him.
Screams erupted from below as students on the second floor watched him fall from the ceiling, his red uniform a blur against the dark marble walls.
As the force of the blast finally cleared, Raphael caught sight of his attacker.
Standing on the floor above, looking down at him with a smug expression, was a man with long, golden hair flowing down his back.
