Sakuramoria

One event followed another, each more exhausting than the last. Layla felt a storm of emotions raging within her, many of which were difficult to express in polite language. Perhaps, if there was any positive aspect to the situation, it was that the current circumstances were driving her to action and leaving no time for self-pity. And now, she and Ixora, rushing towards the sound of gunfire, found themselves facing another corpse, with Elliot standing over it. According to him, he was defending himself from Dion, who had beheaded Ignatius. It was unclear how the young man knew such details, but something about the situation felt wrong. Only a complete fool would carry out such an attack in broad daylight. He was holding back somehow, so why here and now? Was it panic in the face of imminent punishment? It didn't quite add up; it was too obvious and contrived. Unless... unless Dion was simply a pawn, willing or not, in someone else's hands. And everything that was happening now was nothing more than a distraction, designed to disrupt the academy. But who was the real target... Levezia? The timewalker's train of thought was interrupted by a second shot, which echoed loudly through the room. And it came from somewhere below. It seemed that Layla's worst fears were being confirmed.