The next morning dawned, bringing with it a radiant sun that streamed through the windows of each student's room. In Ken's room, the sunlight directly illuminated his face, piercing through his eyelids.
As the warmth became unbearable, Ken instinctively stirred, shifting to a more comfortable position. However, it took mere seconds for his heavy eyelids to part, revealing a blurry world.
As he sat up, memories of the previous day's ordeal flooded his mind. The Blindstalker Beast's razor-sharp claws slashing across his abdomen, the searing pain, and the desperate struggle to survive.
Ken's gaze instinctively dropped to his stomach, where the wound had once been. His eyes widened in astonishment, the gash had completely healed, leaving no scars or signs of trauma. The smooth, unblemished skin seemed to defy the brutality of the attack.
"What the…? How did this… I thought I…?"
