Theron's body was practically imprinted into the wall, but what Dean Thistle saw made him frown.
There was an enormous burn mark across Theron's chest, forming a veiny pattern that looked quite grotesque. The skin was almost transparent and pulsing, but it was clear that it had also healed long ago.
Then Dean Thistle sneered. "Is this your method of trying to hide it? Pathetic."
Dean Thistle stood for the first time.
"Burne. Deal with it."
"With pleasure."
Teacher Burne almost eagerly hopped from the corner. He had been waiting to deal with Theron all along.
"Do not kill him. Even if he is from Daggers of the Night, he can be useful."
Burne froze, a flash of disappointment crossing his eyes. But he also didn't dare to disobey.
"Yes, of course."
Soon, he was in front of Theron, the latter still imprinted into the wall.
With a sneer, Burne raised a bony finger.
