The atmosphere in the hall was tense, with an eerie stillness lingering after the earlier chaos.
Pratham stood frozen, his body still before his drone, but his thoughts raced uncontrollably. The unexpected sound of a pained cry from behind jolted him.
His eyes widened as he turned sharply, his heart dropping at the sight that greeted him.
Mikasa lay sprawled on the cold floor, clutching her chest where the soldier's laser had struck.
A deep, glowing wound marred her body, and her unique blue blood seeped onto the ground, forming an unsettling puddle.
The surreal sight of her vibrant blood against the dull floor was both mesmerizing and horrifying.
Mikasa's breath was shallow, her eyes fluttering shut as she grimaced, her hands pressed tightly over the injury in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding.
Pratham's world seemed to crumble. His mind struggled to comprehend the reality before him.
