Isolde's golden-orange eyes dilated. She had always overlooked things like this, but the ability to kill a sandworm proved that he was indeed growing at a tremendously fast pace.
Sandworms were the type of mini-boss constantly on the move, so anyone could encounter them anywhere. They were dangerous and to be avoided, yet Godfrey went ahead and killed two when no one else dared face even one.
Such courage!
It had just been two months since he enrolled in Manhattan, and he was already catching up to the elites of the sophomores despite awakening with the freshmen as a low tier.
Snow's face darkened while Lucian from House Polaris, who was also gathered outside, quivered. "H—He killed another one."
Nathaniel looked at Rosalind, Seraphina, and Lucian with raised eyebrows, while Alistair's eyes barely narrowed, though he was more shocked at the sandworm than their faces.
"You knew about this?" Nathaniel asked with a slight frown.
