The rain didn't end immediately.
Even after Evelina appeared beside me, even after the observers started swarming the district like panicked ants to rescue half-melted professors, the crimson downpour continued to fall in uneven sheets, each droplet hissing the moment it touched the ground.
Concrete bubbled.
Metal warped.
Entire chunks of the street collapsed into smoking pits.
By this point, calling the dormitory district "ruins" would've been generous. It looked less like a campus and more like a failed military testing site.
"…You overdid it," I muttered, rolling my stiff shoulder as the last of my regeneration stitched together the lingering cracks in my ribs.
"I held back," Evelina replied without hesitation.
I slowly turned to look at her.
She stared back with a straight face.
No embarrassment. No sarcasm.
She genuinely meant it.
"…That was holding back?"
"…Mhm."
Yeah.
Sure.
"If you say so, my goddess."
