"Screech!"
Its razor-sharp forelimbs sliced through flesh like a blade through tofu, barely encountering any resistance, carving out a clean, bowl-sized wound. Blood sprayed everywhere!
"Thud!"
A head, still unaware of what had happened and eyes filled with confusion, slammed heavily onto the ground.
Gauss's eyes widened, his throat bobbed.
Bianca, dead?
He was no stranger to decapitation.
He'd decapitated monsters—at least dozens by now.
But this time, it was his teammate who'd been beheaded.
The night before, they'd been laughing and sharing food, now her corpse lay separate from her head, the death appalling. The absurd contrast flickered in front of him again and again, leaving his heart unsettled.
He didn't really have deep feelings for Bianca—after all, a few days weren't enough to form true camaraderie.
But the psychological shock of this life-or-death moment sent his heart racing uncontrollably.
Right now, he realized, without a doubt—
