The scene seemed to deliver a powerful psychological blow. Even after the Teleportation Gate vanished, he continued to stare dumbly at the spot where Lloyd had disappeared.
Then, his lips trembled slightly, and he managed to force out a few slurred, unintelligible syllables.
What he had actually wanted to say was, 'May the path beneath your feet blossom with a hundred flowers.'
............
"Ugh... hah... hah..."
The Bounty Hunter Teaching Assistant clutched his severed left arm, leaning against a wall. His face was deathly pale, and sweat pouring from his forehead and back streamed down, mixing with the blood that dripped endlessly from his wound.
Before him, two lecturers were struggling to maintain a makeshift Wisdom Barrier, using it to fend off the frenzied assaults of the 'Seniors' and books.
Though they were still alive and had temporarily maintained their lucidity and Rationality, they were at the end of their rope...
