The rescue operation solidified into a grim, efficient machine. Orderlies moved with practiced haste, separating the walking wounded from those requiring litters. Healers buzzed between clusters of students, their hands glowing with soft, green-tinged mending magics that looked mundane and comforting after the blinding gold and killing frost of the depths. The Academy's upper echelons had arrived—stewards, senior faculty, and a contingent of the Imperial Guard in their polished, sunburst armor, creating a perimeter that felt more like a containment than a protection.
