The lecture hall had fallen into chaos.
Students screamed and scrambled, some frozen in terror, others dragging injured classmates away from the ruined walls. Dust hung thick in the air, mixed with the sharp metallic stench of burned mana. What had once been a place of learning now looked like the aftermath of a siege.
At the center of it all, Grom knelt on the shattered floor.
"Mira… stay with me," he said hoarsely, pressing his hand against the cauterized edge where her arm had been, trying to heal mira wound. His voice trembled despite himself. "Don't you dare close your eyes."
Mira's face was pale, lips trembling as pain wracked her body. She tried to speak, but only a strained breath escaped. Her vision blurred, the ceiling above her spinning slowly.
Above them, the air shifted.
