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Verita's head appeared to be cleanly severed—but appearances were deceiving. The cut was deep, slicing a deadly path from her left collarbone down to her right side. Blood poured across her black habit.
"What a madman!" Lorcan cursed, yet he stayed true to his duty. With unusual precision, he threw the chain to secure the jar.
All eyes turned to him. A few sharp-witted onlookers had already grasped the situation and dashed toward Lorcan.
I shouted, "Go!"
Cradling the jar, Lorcan sprinted toward the entrance we had just used.
I bent my knees and launched myself into the battlefield. Dust and stone fragments erupted around me as I landed roughly, then steadied myself and blocked the way with a smile. "Where are you rushing off to?"
If Lorcan could return to the starting point and deliver the jar, we would win—or at least secure the highest evaluation score, even if it wasn't an outright victory.
Why am I making such a big fuss? All I truly needed was to pass the test. I didn't care about the Hero Society's evaluation. Securing the B-class qualification was enough. Yet, somehow, I found myself acting as if my life depended on their judgment.
I clicked my tongue. However, the situation had escalated too far to retreat.
There...
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