"Arrhh!" Victor groaned loudly, his voice filled with frustration and pain as he stretched his sore body.
The aftermath of his encounter with the Principal had clearly left its mark. "Ouch... My ribs! I'm sure they're broken!"
"You should be thankful it's only your ribs that are broken, brat!" the Principal retorted, clapping her hands together as if to brush off any lingering dust. She sat back down, her posture regal and commanding as she looked at Victor.
Victor winced as he tried to sit upright, muttering under his breath, "Thankful, huh? Easy for you to say..."
The Principal leaned back on her sofa and let out a long sigh, "Well then, care to explain why you decided to take down Arkanis and claim the throne for your....self... " Her tone was casual yet, her words trailing off as she noticed Victor approaching her.... His tall, imposing figure seemed even more striking than before as he reached up and removed the disguise mask with a deliberate motion.
