The Academy infirmary was chaos.
Rows of beds were filled with students in various states of injury. Blood-stained bandages, torn uniforms, and the faint scent of healing potions mixed with disinfectant filled the air. The healers moved nonstop, shouting instructions, applying magic, replacing mana potions, and stabilizing those on the brink.
"Get me more light mana crystals!"
"This one's pulse is dropping!"
"Don't move him! The internal bleeding hasn't stopped yet!"
The usually calm medical wing felt like a warzone.
Arthur found himself seated on a bed while a nurse checked his vitals. Beside him, a boy whimpered in pain as his arm was being reattached through healing magic. Another student across the aisle lay motionless, a white cloth covering his face.
Emily hovered nearby, refusing to leave.
From the far end of the room, a sharp, furious voice echoed over the noise.
"What in the goddess's name were you people thinking!"
Everyone froze for a moment.
