Thump— Thump— Thump—-
Zen sat up on his bed with sweat trickling down his temple, his sense of hearing being drowned by the sound of his beating heart.
This took a few minutes before he was able to speak, albeit with a stammer, "W-What the hell was that…?"
He was feeling a mix of emotions.
Fear. Amazement. Dread. Indignation, and the like.
Fear because of the sight of the sky falling towards him was something that he could never have imagined.
Amazement because he was able to see his teacher's strongest magic.
Dread because of the lingering feeling of death that remained within his heart.
And indignation, due to his not expecting that Arthur would really kill him.
In simple terms, he really did not know how to feel at this moment.
'So that was death, huh—'
"Ow!"
Before Zen could even finish thinking, he felt a searing pain in his left hand.
More precisely, on his left index finger.
"T-This—!"
