On the way back to the university, aboard the giant sky beast, an unusual silence fell over the students.
Gone were the cheerful laughter and anticipation from the journey there.
Everyone was either leaning back in their seats, feigning sleep while standing, or staring blankly at the clouds rushing past in the sky.
No one could remain calm after learning that the Terror Executioner was not dead.
The fear it left behind had a lingering aftertaste.
Even after leaving that land, the seed planted in their hearts made them feel an inexplicable fear.
"You have learned that the Terror Executioner is not dead."
"The Seed of Shadow has begun to sprout."
Gu Ming glanced around, feeling the gazes—both overt and hidden—and a faint sense of wariness.
What filled the air wasn't simple fatigue, but a repressive feeling of having survived a disaster, the lingering trepidation, and a subtle, almost imperceptible scrutiny of their companions.
