Cal thought of what Raven had said just now but threw it out of his head as he looked at Northern's corpse lying on the ground.
It was fresh, the eyes on his decapitated head shocked and glassy, mouth slightly opened.
His surprise attack must have really surprised Northern. He was at least very proud of himself for that.
Now, all that was left was to deal with this young lady.
But Cal hesitated seriously.
Raven was a Savant, just a rank below him. After what had gone down between him and Northern, he wanted to be insanely careful.
Moreover, there was something about Raven that silently screamed danger to his ears.
But he didn't have to take care of her...
Suddenly, he relaxed his posture and straightened his back, adjusting the back of his strained neck with his hand.
Raven creased her brows, carefully inquiring:
"What do you think you are doing?"
