Chapter 87: Brittle Carnage [Bonus 1/2]
Slash!
The instructor who had charged toward the golden light didn't even understand what had happened.
One instant, he was running—the next, his body lurched forward uncontrollably, and he slammed face-first into the dirt, skidding to a brutal halt as dust filled his mouth and nose.
A strange numbness spread through his lower body.
When he twisted around, his breath caught in his throat.
His legs—both of them—lay several meters behind him, severed cleanly at the knees. Blood poured from the butchered stumps in thick, pulsing streams.
"AHHHHHHH—!"
His scream tore across the field as he clawed at his mangled knees, desperately trying to compress the wounds. The pressure only sent waves of burning agony shooting up his spine.
Then, from above, a calm voice drifted through the chaos like a stark contrast.
"Anyone else wants to leave?" Brant asked, descending slowly from the sky.
