Ning rushed toward the bus door and wrenched it open. He immediately walked inside, staring at the children ages anywhere from 5 to 15 in complete disarray. Most of the kids inside were shaken and silent. Some were crying. A few even bleeding.
But every single one of them was physically fine.
The driver, however, was not.
Blood poured from his forehead where he had struck the steering wheel. His eyes were closed, his body slumped forward against the wheel. Ning didn't even have to check the man to know that he was dead.
Soul Detection could already tell that the driver's body was nothing but a husk at this point.
Ning immediately turned around, speaking to the children.
"Everything is fine. No need to panic," he said, before walking over to a very young girl. She looked only 5. He picked her into his arms and looked her over. "Mommy and Daddy will come get you soon, okay?"
The young girl was frozen with panic and could barely even nod.
