Sure enough, Clark paused for a moment and spoke in his uniquely indifferent yet undeniably certain tone:
"Anger, he..."
"Is already dead."
Viola's expression instantly froze, the habitual smile stiffening at the corner of her mouth.
Clark paused for a moment, unprecedentedly adding an explanation, although his tone remained calm:
"He was unfortunate during the last regular plane exploration war. His team encountered a hidden Seventh Level native creature in the target plane."
Concise, without describing the process, without painting a picture of tragedy, but the words "Seventh Level native creature" alone were enough to explain everything.
For Anger, who only had Second and Third Level strength, it was undoubtedly an unavoidable disaster.
Jeming suddenly fell silent.
He looked at Professor Clark's calm profile and then at Senior Sister Viola's eyes, where complex emotions flashed and disappeared, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
