Multiple times throughout the battle, they'd witnessed Nobles grabbing commoners and literally throwing them at creatures to buy themselves seconds of survival.
The girl who'd screamed for her mother while being eaten alive.
The boy who'd tried to help someone and been sacrificed for his kindness.
The students who'd trusted their fellow humans and been betrayed in the cruelest possible way.
"There."
William's voice came out low and dangerous, his eyes locked on a cluster of eight Noble students who were trying to blend into the crowd, trying to pretend nothing had happened.
"Those fucking cowards. I saw them. We all saw them."
The commoners around him turned, their attention focusing on the eight Nobles who'd used their fellow students as shields.
One of them – a boy maybe seventeen, expensive combat uniform torn and muddy – noticed the attention and went pale.
"W-wait, I can explain–"
"EXPLAIN?!"
