Hercules' eyes widened when he turned back and saw the man in a thick black hood walking into the construction site, with two girls standing outside with their hands over their mouths.
'Just elite tier summoners. What about him though?' Hercules tilted his head, the eyes of his summon, which he fused with, gleaming brightly.
'I can't sense anything from him. Not even a tiny amount of mana.' He thought. To be able to completely conceal his aura meant this stranger was either a normal human or a powerful Throne Tier or even a Saint Tier summoner!
The latter might be the case here, for no normal human would dare approach them.
Godfrey's ocean-blue eyes gleamed, piercing through the darkness of his hood as the bloodied, limp Lucy held by the Skeleton Centipede and Isaac barely standing with a bad wound in his chest that soaked his uniform in blood reflected in his eyes.
This was done by a fellow student? He wasn't even shocked, just extremely bitter.
