Fine cracks immediately appeared on the girl's body, weaving into a long, narrow net that densely covered her.
They outlined her entire body like exquisite porcelain that could shatter at any moment.
Yet this bizarre scene did not draw the teacher's attention. The teacher formed from ashes still raised his hand and said quickly, "Silvi, don't keep everyone waiting too long. Look, everyone is waiting."
Little Girl raised her head and looked toward the classroom ahead.
The children in the classroom poked their heads out one after another, expectant smiles on their faces.
Cold raindrops fell outside the classroom, making a pattering sound.
Everything was so lively and peaceful.
But the little girl in the white dress seemed not to notice any of it. She glanced at the children in the classroom, then at the two teachers beside her, and shook her head. "Not here!"
She turned and ran straight back into the corridor.
As she moved, her body rapidly disintegrated, scattering into ashes that filled the sky.
The teacher who had followed the girl stared blankly at the scene, frozen in place as though his soul had been taken from him.
The children in the classroom still maintained their head-poking poses, expectant smiles on their faces.
Everything was so lively and peaceful.
Finn lowered his head and pressed a hand to his chest. The urgent sense of danger had not faded because of what had happened outside the door. Instead, it was growing stronger and stronger.
The invisible pressure was like a heavy weight pressing against his chest, making it harder and harder for him to breathe.
He lowered his head, looked at the clean desktop before him, at his palm, then at the rubber band wrapped around his wrist.
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Bang--
The enormous phantom of a chubby little