Bab 621: Community Meditation Square

Leonel looked down toward Thetris whose mouth hung half open. The latter was so stunned by the sudden change that the swig of water he had just taken drizzled out from his mouth, falling down his chin and drenching his shirt completely. 

Leonel's hand was like a snaking whip, shooting forward so quickly that Thetris didn't even have a chance to register its movement, let alone react to it. 

Thetris keeled over, feeling as though every bone in his rib cage had shattered simultaneously. 

His body seemed to lag behind the shot of pain he felt. Time dilated, his body convulsing in a fit of pain before, only then, shooting backward like a rocket. 

He crashed into a thick pillar, his spine warping. 

The freshman quarters fell into another bout of silence.