Clana's expression slowly shifted the moment she heard that.
"That's impossible. Then how—wait… you didn't escape that city?!"
I nodded, and she lost it.
"No way! You stayed there alone against that army?! Wait—don't tell me… you survived that?!"
Truth be told, I was planning to face them all on my own… but it never came to that.
"That army was fake. An illusion created by that witch."
"An illusion?"
"Yes… just a mirage."
"So everything we've been through… was for nothing?"
One revelation after another, Clana clutched her head again as her migraine returned.
That desperate teleportation, which everyone thought was the only way to survive, turned out to be meaningless…
In fact, it had led to the deaths of many students—a truth I'd confirmed using the third-person pov to spy on their last meeting.
Clana didn't take it well. And just seconds later, she began coughing again—her body crying out from hunger and thirst after depleting her supplies.
