Flabbergasted was far too mild a word to describe what Zephyr felt, he was shocked. Disoriented. Surprised.
Everything he'd believed had been a lie in the past few moments had been a lie. What overturned school? What Apocalypse?.
"I've been fooled."
The thought echoed in his mind, his teeth clenched tight in false anger as he layed down alone on his bed in the darkness.
What S.C.A.R nonsense, the real terrorists was an organization called Black Omnibus. And here he was being fooled. And Mr. Fisher even admitted to twisting the the general knowledge.
He said he was having fun hearing students curse at an organization that didn't even exist.
After what they'd called the "Apocalypse Tournament," they were informed—casually, even smugly—that the tournament was the Apocalypse. That was it, no world-ending war, no divine reckoning.
A tournament they hadn't even known they were participating in.
