The medical wing stood near the Academy's eastern edge, its white walls and clean lines a stark contrast to the gothic architecture dominating the rest of campus.
Inside, the smell of antiseptic and healing Aura permeated everything.
Professor Richard Evergreen stood in the main treatment room, his green hair slightly disheveled, white medical coat spotless despite having worked through lunch.
Beside him, Doctor Isabelle White examined a holographic display showing vital signs and Aura readings, her white eyes scanning the data.
The doors burst open.
Fiona stumbled in, her face pale, arms carrying a body.
Jorah's limbless torso lay cradled against her chest. His severed arms and legs dangled from where she'd wrapped them in cloth, blood seeping through despite her efforts.
Richard and Isabelle froze.
For a long moment, neither of them moved or spoke. They just stared at what had once been a B+ rank fourth-year student, now reduced to a torso with stumps where limbs should be.
