With a third of his head blown off, Drew moves forward and slips down the ground. Sand and dust to Jared's eyes stopped momentum.
Out of breath, Jared touches Drew's neck muscle to check his pulse.
Apply body hair like wire and touch hardened skin. I don't feel a pulse. But I couldn't tell if I had no pulse because I was desperate, or if I couldn't feel my pulse because of my skin that was too firm.
Trouble, I see my chest isn't up or down, and I put my hands on my mouth. I'm not breathing.
Desperate, I think.
Having eliminated any shadow that was human, Drew Zimmel embodies the imagination that this would happen if the Warcraft became a human body, an unknown being. His body will be examined by the Society of Mages.
I can't tell if Jared has undergone a transformation just because he used magic amplifiers, or if there is another cause that is different, but it is also possible that a magician who is the main researcher can figure it out.
Nevertheless, in that case, Drew's body is also considered to be dissected, which makes him feel unsatisfactory.
I think you deserve it. I don't think I feel sorry for you. Still, it is pathetic to be an autopsy as a result of a deviation from the human figure.
"I'm sorry I could only kill you."
If you were a magician other than yourself, maybe a different ending awaited you. But there are no magicians conveniently in school. There are no magicians, including Jared.
I want to decide that Drew, who became a beast, just didn't do the damage. Okay. Jared tries to think positively.
I feel fatigued from the sickness of battle and magic consumption and get a lump on the spot.
"Is everyone okay?
I couldn't afford to care less about someone while I was fighting, but I used magic in a grand way, so I get worried. I know the strength of the defensive walls in the tour seats, but sometimes just in case.
Jared whips up at his tired body and tries to get to his friends.
It was then...
- Dunno.
I felt the magic move.
"No way...... dude, you're lying, right?
I can't hide my surprise that the source of magic generation is Drew's body, and I get stunned.
I felt even more clearly that the magic was increasing slightly as a result of the heartbeat.
It is not uncommon for magic to linger on the body. The more he has just died, in particular, the more magical power that resides in his body remains. Jared knows that the death of the flesh will make the magic disappear little by little.
I did also feel magic when I touched Drew's body earlier. But I thought that was because Drew had been desperate for some time.
But the magic is moving. It's moving.
That's not possible with a body. At least, there's no fine dust in Jared's knowledge.
"What's happening?
No one is here to answer Jared's question.
Magic moves and keeps increasing, even while we stop moving.
And, - frightening, a finger that grows nails stretched out like a blade moves.
"- Huh!"
Remove the knife from the nose.
The urge to strike me now is swirling in Jared, but getting close because he warns reason is dangerous has begun.
The change came soon.
If you think your fingertips have moved, you can move as if all over your body is cramped.
Even more incredible happens in front of Jared, who thinks he wasn't desperate.
A sound was heard from Drew's head, who was losing a third due to the explosion. The meat and meat with water make a deafening noise.
Jared had lost his word, even as he heard an unpleasant sound remembering his physiological aversion.
Because Drew's head is regenerating.
Little by little, but I definitely see a scene where the lost head regenerates, and the nausea creeps up. I didn't get nauseated by the sight of it playing. I just felt sick about the sight of ignoring nature's cooking.
The rate of regeneration increases momentum, with brand-new, hairless skin covering the head.
Instinct is screaming to take it down. Reason is crying out for you to run away. Unable to determine which one to choose, Jared just stood up on the spot.
And - Drew, who completely regenerated his head, slowly rises.
"... give me a break"
That's all Jared managed to squeeze out, even figuring out just because he was holding the knife.
I could only be flabbergasted by events that I could not have anticipated even fine dust.
"You don't play your left eye, I'm not sure if it's convenient or inconvenient, you. What am I talking about?
I just have to laugh at the dumb words that have come from my mouth on my own. But it's true that Jared sticks out the knife. The left eye is recovering from the injury, but it's hollow with no eyeballs. I just didn't understand what criteria I played it by.
"Anyway -!"
Jared punches himself in the cheek with his own fist. We have to get our thoughts back to reality with pain and do what we have to do.
"If you're still breathing and you're going to fight, call me. I can't let you out right now, and I don't have the sneak to get caught by the sorcerer's association alive. I don't care how long it takes, this time I'll kill you for sure"
If I confess, I have no power left to Jared now just to fight Drew again.
If it was still before I fought Pfile, it might have been different, I think. I know it was a necessary battle and an essential price to pay to defeat Pfile, who was a strong man, but I also want to poison myself not thinking later because I didn't expect the battle to continue.
Magic and health are already close to the limit. I only have three more knives, too. It is regrettable that he only possessed the least amount of weapons because it was to show his face to the school.
I'm anxious to see how far I can fight, and I hope I can hold out until at least there's support from the Mages Association or the Knights, but if you think about Drew, you should kill him.
I only wanted to avoid Drew being studied alive, who has become an unknown being. Because there's no way you can let him get away with it, so killing him is the only thing Jared can do.
Develop less magic.
"Let's go, Drew Zimmel"
I set up a knife and tried to kick the ground - that was when.
"Wait, Jared Murphy. I've got a pill to contain and sedate the runoff of magic amplifiers. Yeah, I learned the importance of getting organized again about this one. Can you help me next time, if you like? Apparently, I'm a woman who can't clean up - oh, who owns that giant? I can't impress you with bringing Warcraft into school?
Kirsi Santara, who weaves her tedious white coat and holds a syringe as she rocks her purple hair, waits on Jared.
"Dr. Kirsi, it's fine that it's my pace, but read the air! This is Drew Zimmel, who went crazy using magic amplifiers!
Drew moves slowly as Jared accidentally screams while stopping the movement while standing up.
There is no fine dust at such a speed as earlier, but the aim is definitely set for Kirsi.
"Dr. Kirsi, run anyway!
"Wherever you suddenly say you should run...... Jared, come and help me. You know I can't do anything but research, right?
"Ahhh!
I'll knife, I'll kick the ground. Getting past Drew and approaching Kirsi, he puts his hand between his knees and shoulders and hugs him up.
"Whoa, this is what you call a princess hug. I thought it was a legend."
"Legend is...... no, if you have medication anyway. We need to get him back."
Ask for hope in a syringe with red liquid in it, but Kirsi shakes her neck to the side.
"Unfortunately, it's no use."
"Why?"
"As far as I can tell, there is no example of such a transformation in the side effects of magic amplifiers. Probably caused by something else. It's not like I'm using magic amplifiers or possibilities, so I don't mind using them, but it's highly unlikely that they'll heal."