They say you never know what life will bring. Being too dedicated wasn't necessarily a good thing.
In this accident, Professor A Kai was the only mentor who treated the Institute as home, and he suffered the worst damage.
And that was with luck on his side—none of those spikes had hit him directly.
The scene before us was enough to imagine just how dangerous it had been.
The Institute of Curses had once been every bit as magnificent. Now, from top to bottom, it was riddled with one gaping hole after another. It looked ready to go from quiet straight to condemned.
And beyond this nightmarish sight, there were other traces left behind: feathers lay scattered all around the building.
The spikes that had burst out of the ground had not only pierced the enormous building; the feathers they had shattered into were real as well.
Though, after turning solid, they weren't quite pure white. They were a pale gray.
The one stuck to Professor A Kai was the same.
"The place is full of these things. It's packed like a bird's nest."
"Also, they seem completely ordinary. There's no Supernatural Power in them. But when I came out, I noticed the feathers continued deep underground. They're probably closely connected to what just happened... Professor Fu, do you want to go down and take a look?"
Noticing Fu Qian's movements, A Kai briefly set aside his sadness and began recounting what he'd seen.
"No rush."
Fu Qian merely shook his head, turning the feather in his hand. He showed no intention of taking advantage of the small crowd to go in and investigate first.
He'd come over so promptly because the disturbance had been huge.
He wasn't being even more prompt because the disturbance had been too huge.
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