Troy watched as the pentagram turned black. He closed his eyes and said one more chant. The black pentagram slowly transformed into a sickly red color as it opened a hole in the ground. A magic pillar shot up into the sky. The field split in two, and two hands rose from the abyss.

“Now, it’s time to reunite, finally.” Troy said, looking up, “Welcome back, Dad.”

The figure pulled himself out of the ground as it closed back up, letting out a sickening screech before stopping, realizing where he was.

“Huh? Troy, is that you?” His father, Trevor, asked, “Are you the one that resurrected me...?”

“Yep,” Troy answered proudly. “Well, I got some help from... a certain someone.”

“I see. Hey, do you remember what I said about teaching you dark magic?”

“Yeah, but I already know—”

“Oh, trust me; you have seen nothing yet!”

Trevor summoned two more purple orbs from his hands and placed them on the ground. The ground shook once more, and a giant tombstone rose from the ground underneath their feet. Troy looked down, finding how high they were, basically the same height as Streterra itself.

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“Whoa, how are you doing this?” Troy asked curiously. “The book never said that—”

“Ha! There are some things a measly little book can’t, and won't, show you!” Trevor gloated as he set the book on fire, reducing it to ashes. “No one will try to use it against us now. Let’s get our revenge on the school!”

The tombstone grew arms and legs and began marching towards Streterra. Troy’s father used more magic to make his minion, and the school, float in the air. He ordered it to grab the school and tilt it. Screams and cries echoed throughout the halls as people tumbled around inside.

“This is unbelievable!” Troy exclaimed, astonished.

“I know, and that’s just the beginning.” His father replied. “So, what do you think? Should we wait here and watch everything play out?”

“Hmm, why not taunt them?”

“Good idea, son.”

Glenda fell out of the windows. She tried to hold on, clutching the window, despite the broken glass.

“Hello there, Streterra!” A voice called out to them.

Glenda turned up and saw a tombstone rise to where the highest floor of the school was and couldn’t help but notice two guys standing on top of it.

“How’s it going over there?” Troy’s father asked.

“Trevor?! What do you want?” Glenda stood, shocked.

“I just wanted to watch you suffer, that’s all. You’re the reason I suffered all these years ago. Do you think I forgot about that?”

“Um, well, I...”

“Tell you what, if you surrender to me and become my servants, then I’ll spare you and this school. That sounds good, right?”

“No, never! Besides, you wouldn’t spare me, regardless!”

“All right then, suit yourself. But if you don’t change your mind soon, I will kill you and destroy this pathetic school of yours.”