On the day of the calamity, the moment Evelyn realized Brandon was in the changing room, the room was nothing but rubbles.
Mirrors shattered as shards scattered on the ground.
But what truly caught her attention was the strand of hair and the sight of blood on the ground.
"...!"
Clearly, the hair belonged to Brandon. Meaning, the blood could only be his.
But for some reason, his body was missing.
Then…
Was he crushed under all the debris?
That shouldn't be the case.
Though mages with a tier 2 to 3 mana core would still suffer significant damage from impacts…
He was Brandon.
Brandon Locke, the man she had specifically chosen as her protégé.
He should've had the means to survive.
At least, that's what should have happened. But when she saw Raven's state…
Then…
Evelyn ruffled her hair.
Nothing made sense.
Bang!
She slapped the desk in front of her.