บท 474: World Returning To Form

Just a few feet away from the Metalzilla's collapsed arms, lay the severed head of a student.

The creature must have killed her when it fell, slicing through her neck with one of its claws.

It was a horrifying sight, no doubt, but that wasn't what made his chest tighten, what made his breath quicken.

He didn't care whether she had lived or died.

That wasn't the point, not one bit.

A professor had been saved, and that was enough.

His position in the Academy was cemented.

What mattered was her face.

...It was familiar.

Emir rarely remembered names, let alone faces.

He didn't need to.

But this time, he forced himself to look, to acknowledge the girl as a person—to put a name to the life he'd let slip away.

The reason for that was simple.

He needed to report her death.

And what he saw struck him cold.

Her head was small, delicate, with childish features frozen in terror.