Zack's face fell as he gripped his chair to keep from collapsing under the pressure radiating from the Dark Evol in the air.
His eyes were fixed on the two men who had just stepped out of the fissures. They were grotesquely thin, as if their flesh had been stripped away, leaving nothing but skin stretched tight over jagged bones.
Their faces were gaunt, eyes sunken deep, and an overwhelming amount of Dark Evol coiled around their bodies like smoke.
Seeing them, he knew—he was done for. Not just him, but everyone in the class.
'Shit! What are those two doing here? Why so early, so soon? They weren't supposed to show up until a month later—after Max won the Academy's annual Gala!'
Zack drew in a sharp breath. He had read the original story, so even though he had never encountered these two men before, their mere presence made their identities clear. The cursed twins—Error and Lag.
