"Scritch!"
Its sharp forelimbs sliced through like a knife through tofu, meeting little resistance, carving out a smooth bowl-sized wound, blood splattering everywhere!
"Thud!"
A head, having yet to realize what had happened, eyes filled with confusion, crashed heavily to the ground.
Gauss widened his eyes, his throat tightened.
Bianca, dead?
He's no stranger to decapitation.
The monsters he's beheaded numbered at least dozens.
But this time, it was his teammate who got beheaded.
Even though just the night before they were laughing, sharing food, now her body lay separated, her death so tragic. This absurd contrast kept flickering before his eyes, leaving him unable to calm down for a long time.
He didn't actually have much attachment to Bianca, a few days weren't enough to foster friendship.
But the psychological impact of such a life-and-death moment threw him into an inexplicable accelerated heartbeat.
At this moment, he truly realized.
Life is so fragile.
