Chapter 18: Class Interrupted
Silas and his undead bear tore through the forest. The darkness was nothing to the creature—its claws shredded through flora as it rushed forward, clearing a path with sheer force. Branches snapped like brittle bones beneath its feet, damp moss flung into the air, and startled birds screeched before vanishing into the treetops.
Then, light appeared—a sign that Silas was finally reaching a clearing.
Golden rays pierced through the canopy, splitting shadows apart as if the forest itself feared the thing he rode.
The bear leapt into the air, bursting out from the shadowy treeline, with Silas riding it, smiling and laughing. Its muscles rippled under rotting fur, and a gust of wind followed in its wake, leaves scattering like confetti.
"And here we are!"
Silas shouted, the bear landing with a massive thud. The ground trembled beneath its weight, sending tiny shockwaves through the tall grass and loose stones.
The students in the clearing stared in horror, hands outstretched as magic flared to life—ready to unleash a barrage of spells. Their uniforms fluttered from the impact, faces pale and eyes wide as they instinctively backed away. The air buzzed with raw energy, unstable and defensive.
Silas leapt from the bear's back, hands raised in mock surrender. His feet barely touched the ground before his smirk bloomed—swagger oozing from every gesture.
"Woah... everyone relax," he chuckled, recognizing the students' faces—especially Cynthia.
Her expression was a complex mixture—half-relief, half-bewilderment—as though her brain struggled to file this moment under anything logical.
What a coincidence... It's my own class.