311 Jyorta Bone Killed Me

"I'll be there soon." The call disconnected. Madam Mary placed the receiver down and sighed as she looked at Jyorta's still figure. He was currently unconscious, wrapped around by one of her psychic arms.

"What is the reason? Others might think it is a side-effect of the Trait of Corrosion you possess, but I know for a fact that you don't have such a Trait. So, what is the cause?" She pondered, disappearing from the room and reappearing in the principal's office.

Jyorta's body hovered horizontally next to her, carried by her psychic arm. For the time being, Madam Mary didn't attempt anything on him to alleviate his condition, waiting for the arrival of Atika Light.

Despite being unconscious, his eyebrows trembled while his lips parted and closed numerous times. The hair on his skin stood up and returned to their initial posture, repeating the act in discrete intervals. It was an odd sight.