smelled like dried sag

s of low-tier glass vials. Alden had assigned her here to "coo

racked from how wide

e. She held a steaming ceramic mug in her hands. Her fa

n fake honey. "I brought you some calming cha

s. She didn't miss the faint blue glow of the system pane

r shoulders droop, adopting

whispered. She reached out w

. Elara had clearly boiled i

using a basic ice ward to protect her skin-something

ntionally jerk

he rim, splashing directly ont

Her skin instantly turned a

wasn't a fake cry this time;

f the scream. The blue screen above her head flic

nding to lose her balance from the pain. She threw her entire bod

rattled. The woo

od Potion wobbled. The liquid inside pulsed with a deep, sta

raised her hand, her lips moving to cast a

tapped into a microscopic fraction of her true po

Mana-outward in a silent pulse. It locked the surrounding

ll fizzled

hit the s

AS

ones. The sheer density of the magic hitting the

ipped through the corridor. Red

door flew open, and Professor

puddle of Dragon Blood. The muscles in his face twitched. His bre

ell, Seraphina threw herself onto the

r unburned hand and pulled. "I ruin everything! I can't even ho

ssor, she threw herself backward!

er her, her voice raw and desperate. She held up her

kin. He looked at her tear-streaked face. The fury i

fice. He thought her mind was fractur

le. He waved his wand. The glass sh

en said. His voice was e

r system panel chimed. Warning: Alden'

white sleeve to pull herself up. She made sure to smear the sti

his wand against her burned hand. A cool, blue healing lig

aphina whispered, looking at the fl

id softly. "Ju

t her head down. But just as their shoulders brushed, Seraph

bit so hard into her palms they d

g her newly healed hand. Breaking things

t Elara. "I think we need to move her to a lo