Chapter 104: Alive...?
As Brant flew down, dozens of eyes snapped toward him. The wind stirred dust around his boots as he landed, the tense air pricking at the skin. It was obvious he had descended to address the bizarre situation everyone had silently dreaded to hear.
He swept his gaze across the sparsely scattered instructors. Some stood stiff, faces pale as chalk; some trembled with red-rimmed eyes; others whispered frantically in panic over the seventy per cent death rate.
He took a slow breath and began.
"At first, we assumed the death rates were high because the candidates with talents other than Beast Taming couldn't withstand the beasts," Brant said, voice steady but heavy.
"But we were wrong. It was all because of the Demons."
The moment the word left his mouth, expressions across the clearing froze—like the wind had abruptly died.
"...Demons?" someone breathed out, barely above a whisper.
