Gracie stood amidst the battle aised her hands.
With a single gesture, the atmosphere changed.
The weight of emotions felt heavier, critical thinking dying down.
All the centipedes turned on each other, attacking and shredding their own partners. Their fangs tearing in their in partner's skin. Thick cover colliding with each other.
The students fighting nearby were baffled by the scene. The old students knew who was behind this bizarre turn of events, but the new students had different reactions.
One student was using his scythe to cut down centipedes one after another, but he was getting overwhelmed—the disadvantage of using a scythe in close proximity was piling up.
Just when he was about to be drowned under the corpses of dead centipedes, a sudden flash passed through his vision, killing the powerful centipede that was about to strike him.
