Bam!Bam!
A great number of those soul creatures had a faintly glowing, pulsing core in the center of their chests — these were the force propulsion sigils designed by the substitute teacher and personally taught to them.
And yet, despite their brilliance, each of those soul creatures lasted no longer than a heartbeat or two before being completely shattered into soul fragments. Their masters were thrown back like broken dolls, their bodies smashing against the walls, hanging upside down from the stands in a most humiliating fashion.
"Hmm?" Robin turned sharply toward the professor's platform — and what he saw there made his brows twitch in disbelief.
Morgana was sitting calmly, her small mouth slightly open, her trembling eyes filled with confusion and panic. Her heart was clearly pounding; she hadn't expected things to spiral this far out of control. She was uneasy, perhaps even frightened, but... she wasn't doing anything to stop it.
