Zane stood in front of Dren, calm and unmoving, as if the chaos around them didn't exist.
He turned his head slightly.
A soft green light bloomed from his palm. A gentle magic circle formed, nature mana flowing with quiet certainty. The wound in Grom's chest closed in an instant, flesh knitting back together as if it had never been torn apart. Grom gasped sharply, eyes widening as life surged back into him.
The same green glow started to move toward Mira—
But before it could reach her, a blinding white beam of mana slammed straight into Zane.
BOOM.
The impact shook the entire lecture hall. The floor cracked. Dust and debris exploded outward, swallowing everything in a thick cloud.
Dren smirked, floating calmly with the Heart beside him.
"You're down that easily?" he called out mockingly. "I know you're stronger than that, human."
The dust slowly settled.
Zane stood exactly where he had been.
Unharmed.
Not a scratch. Not even his coat was torn.
