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