Ling Yu paused for a heartbeat only to glance at the remnants of the massacre around her. The Capital had already surrendered to death and ruin; what remained were the scattered, bloated corpses of both humans and monsters, which were an immediate threat far deadlier than the creatures that had just fallen.
She didn't hesitate for a single second.
With precise, cold movements, Ling Yu began separating the bodies into neat piles. One for humans, one for monsters, one for those she couldn't quite distinguish.
The world had become too chaotic to waste time sorting by sentiment. Each pile represented not the dead themselves, but the living they could harm if they were ignored.
The air was filled with the stench of decay, smoke from the last fires mingling with the coppery tang of blood. Around her, students, minor awakened, and a few survivors froze, unable to comprehend why she moved so methodically among the corpses. Some of the braver guys stepped forward.
