The maid's wrist had nearly been twisted off by him. She was in too much pain to speak, yet her pupils were still contracted as her free hand waved frantically through the air, pointing at the corridor behind Quinn, her mouth open.
"Th-that way—"
"That way?"
Quinn suddenly realized something. Just as he was about to turn around, a cold, large hand pressed down on his shoulder. At the same time, a hoarse male voice echoed by his ear:
"Just a reminder, I'm not a thing."
His gaze swept quickly over the scene until it landed behind him.
Reflected in Quinn Mahamut's rapidly shrinking pupils was nothing but a gaping, blood-red maw.
Rumble rumble rumble...! After that bolt of lightning, it was as though summer's shackles had been thrown open. The air gradually became moistened and saturated with cool, gentle vapor, the temperature rose swiftly, and after a brief spell of stifling heat, relief came at once.
Drip drip drip, drip-drip-drip...
Fine, needle-soft rain fell gently upon the earth of Victore Port. Every drop carried nature's will, falling entirely as a natural phenomenon.
No matter who came, even a demigod, they would not be able to find the slightest trace of human involvement.
"Extra, extra! The Mahamut main family, the great merchants of the docks, was struck by lightning today! Their entire family estate was burned to the ground!"
The newsboy hawked his papers, handing evening editions to passing pedestrians.
"I heard that Young Master Quinn was burned to death too."
"Exactly. The fire was huge, but thankfully heaven showed mercy. It drizzled across the whole city, while it poured rain only over their home and put out the flames."
"I heard Avita Life launched accidental fire insurance last month. The insurance company is going to make a killing this