The battlefield had ceased to resemble an academy of heroes and had transformed into a morgue of reality. Suspended platforms, once symbols of human ingenuity and arcane architecture, fell slowly from the artificial sky like withered iron petals. Fragments of walls floated erratically due to residual gravitational fluctuations saturating the atmosphere. The white flames of the demon youth continued to consume entire zones of the terrain, but it was no common fire; it was an ontological combustion that left behind incomplete regions—holes where matter seemed to have been poorly erased from existence itself, exposing the underlying vacuum.
And in the midst of all that chaos defying thermodynamic logic... the professors were beginning to adapt. They did not do so individually, as isolated warriors, but as an integrated tactical response system.
