Reinhard glanced at the bed filled with emotionless dolls.
Or more specifically, students.
Their eyes were open but vacant, while their breathing was steady but mechanical. The students were alive, but their lack of emotion made them no different than being dead.
Its only been a couple of days, and their state is already this bad? How terrifying would it be if she really erupted and covered the entire continent? Reinhard thought inwardly, suppressing the shiver.
Yor's steps faltered when she saw them all laid out like that.
"Miss Noctyne," Adam said gently as he gestured toward the nearest bed. "Whenever you're ready."
Yor approached the first student slowly. It was a girl with brown hair whose blank eyes stared at the ceiling without seeing. She raised her hand, then hesitated, and began furrowing her brows.
Reinhard's hand touched her shoulder from behind. "You can do this. It will work, and you will be fine."
