The moment Myra's furious voice thundered across the battlefield, even the trembling students felt a strange wave of warmth wash over them.
"What have you done to my students!?" Myra roared.
Zereth slowly turned toward her, amused even, as if she were a child demanding justice from a god.
"Who the hell is even you?" Zereth replied, tilting his head.
Myra didn't waste breath on a response.
She leapt.
One kick.
One blur.
One violent shockwave ripping the ground beneath her launch point.
Zereth's eyes widened.
"H—Huh!?"
He barely twisted aside in time, Myra's heel grazing his cheek with enough force to slice the skin open.
He slid backward, boots grinding against the cracked earth, leaving a long scar of torn soil behind him.
His fingertips touched the cut on his cheek.
He stared at the blood.
Shocked.
Almost insulted.
'What the hell…?'
"This strength… this pressure… her presence…"
"No—she isn't human."
"S–She's a beast…" Zereth said in disbelief.
