Was this the first time the professor had felt his heartbeat pounding so violently? It boomed like a sheepskin drum hidden inside his chest, every heartbeat striking the drum!
The next second, one of his companions shoved him to the floor, and the windowsill was immediately blasted with several gaps.
The shattered fragments struck the walls and furniture with a deafening clatter.
If they had hit a person, they could have caused serious injuries!
The professor fell to his knees, his eyes vacant.
Fragments of flesh clung to his cheek and slowly slid down his face, eventually dripping onto the floor.
Blood, scraps of flesh, and brains!
He was terrified!
Never before had he felt such fear!
His body trembled uncontrollably. In that instant, with a sharp crack, a life had become fireworks exploding across his body...
The companion beside him shook him and shouted his name, but nothing could rouse him from his current state.
That brief instant had clearly shaken him to the core!
When someone slapped him hard across the face and sent his glasses flying, he suddenly came back to himself.
Although his ears were still ringing violently, his thoughts had thawed.
With trembling hands, he picked up the glasses from the floor.
He looked somewhat heartbroken to see that another crack had appeared in the frame, then put them back on.
"Go! Hurry!"
The three of them supported one another and hurried out of the office, bent at the waist.
But when they reached the corridor, the professor suddenly stopped again.
His eyes grew vacant once more.
All around them were people running or calling for help.
Several wounded Nagaril People lay in places that were less exposed to direct attack, moaning in pain.
There were no doctors here, and this was no hospital.
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