This puts him back inside the defensive perimeter.
Fouquet is nowhere to be seen.
Most of the student body is collapsed, clutching at their groins. The blonde girl who slapped Guiche just a couple weeks ago is on top of him under a chair over there, frantically pulling at his clothes.
Colbert is still standing, sending waves of flame out to burn off the mist that Tabitha is struggling to hold back. The small blue-haired girl has fallen to her knees, flushed and panting, but her staff is still steady in her hands. Kirche, in contrast, stands strong, backing up Colbert's waves with lances of heat.
The glass golems are dragging collapsed students out into the fog. Kirche is shooting them down, reducing them to molten slag, but there seems to be no end to them.
Scyelen is supporting the princess, seemingly unaffected by the miasma as she tries (very reluctantly) to fend off a moaning Henrietta's wandering hands.
There is a deep, thunderous crashing sound coming from the tower, like the ocean on a rocky shore during a storm. It starts to rain.