บท 53: Study the Serpentine

A rush of conflicting emotions washed over me as I cradled Nord's unconscious form in my arms. The weight of guilt for the life that's been lost hung heavy on my shoulders, it was the result of seeking knowledge. 

Yet, even amidst the tragedy, a sense of morbid fascination tugged at the corners of my mind.

"Heuph–" Gently laying Nord on a hospital bed, I paused for a moment, my eyes lingering on his still form.

I then gazed towards the sky, my lips moved silently, offering a silent prayer to the departed soul. It was a gesture born out of respect, a way to acknowledge the fragile balance between our pursuit of knowledge and the price it sometimes exacted.

"The masses won't be happy that Nord just killed a person and will still be left off the hook without any punishment…" I thought as I gazed outside the window, some people still rioting about what had happened.