Chapter 44: Absolute Concealment

It was at this critical juncture that Sam decided to gamble, a risky maneuver aimed at ascertaining whether the teacher would indeed come to his rescue at the eleventh hour.

With the griffin closing in, mere feet away, the creature leaped with an intimidating flourish, its gaping maw and claw extended, poised to rend flesh and bone in a vicious assault.

Swiftly, my acting instincts kicked in, transforming my visage into a visage of abject terror.

Taking a cautious step back, I raised both hands, forming a double-cross gesture, a desperate attempt to halt the griffin's onslaught.

My ploy succeeded, albeit at a significant cost.

The griffin's massive jaws clamped onto my outstretched hand, its razor-sharp talon piercing my body.

A gut-wrenching cry, "Aaahhh," escaped my lips, echoing through the tense atmosphere.

The horrified students, witnessing this harrowing spectacle beside me, added their voices to the chorus of distress.