Chapter 197: Healing Spell!
From within that glowing mass, another colossal figure emerged taller, broader, and more fearsome than the titan before.
Its massive weapon shimmered with celestial energy, each movement radiating crushing pressure.
"Is she serious?! That’s another skill?!" someone shouted, their voice breaking.
(I don’t remember this skill.. Is it because of oathblade?)
"She’s going to kill him!" another student shouted, shielding their face from the blinding glow.
Kael barely had time to react. His astral core pulsed desperately, but his body was already battered and weak.
The giant’s phantom weapon came down with terrifying force, a strike like the wrath of the heavens.
The impact created a deafening boom as if the earth itself was being split apart.
A shockwave of pure energy erupted across the field, tearing through the ground and sending a hurricane of dust and debris in all directions.
The wave slammed into Kael with unstoppable power.
"KAEL!" several students screamed.
Kael felt the world spin as his body was lifted off the ground like a ragdoll. The sheer force of the blast hurled him upward, higher and higher, the training field shrinking rapidly beneath him.
Pain exploded through his chest, and then everything went black.
From the southern edge of Arcadia Academy, far beyond the dueling grounds, Kael’s limp figure streaked across the sky like a falling star.
He crashed violently through the treetops of the academy’s outer forest, branches snapping under the impact before his body finally disappeared into the dense greenery.
"KAEL!!!" Cecelia’s voice ripped through the chaos.
She spun toward Elysia.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to kill him?!"
Elysia lowered her blade slowly giving a chilling smile.
The golden light of her summoned giant reflected in her eyes, making the calmness of her expression even more unsettling.
"He should have stayed down," she said softly.
Around them, stunned silence gripped the training ground. Some students staggered to their feet, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
High above, on a training ground overlooking the arena, a group of second- and third-year students exchanged alarmed glances.
"Did... did I just see someone flying out of the academy?" one of them stammered.
"I saw it," another said. "He went straight toward the south forest."
Far away, deep in the shadowed forest, Kael lay motionless amid broken branches and scattered leaves.
His clothes were torn. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as his consciousness drifted in.
He was half-dead, his body screaming in pain but his mind locked in darkness.
Back on the training ground.
"Elysia! This isn’t training. This is murder!"
Elysia’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"If he dies," she said coldly, "then perhaps he wasn’t strong enough to be here."
(He should die by now)
Cecelia’s heart raced as she watched Kael’s body vanish into the distant forest.
She turned towards all the first years.
"All healers of the first year!" she shouted.
"Will you please lend me your strength!"
For a heartbeat, there was only silence. Then there are some movement.
Nine first-year healers rushed forward.
"I’m coming too!" Veyla called, pushing through the crowd.
"Me too!" another healer shouted, clutching her staff.
"Cecelia, what are we doing?" a boy asked breathlessly.
Cecelia’s eyes flashed. "Form a circle around me. Channel everything you have. I’ll guide the flow."
The healers obeyed without question, forming a perfect ring in the middle of the air above the Arcadia Academy gate.
Cecelia hovered slightly above the ground, her feet leaving the earth as if lifted by unseen wings of light.
The eight other healers took their positions around her and their staff glowing with shimmering energy.
One by one, beams of light burst from their palms, each with a different color.
Soft green streams pulsed with life energy.
Cool blue waves carried the calm of water.
Warm yellow flares flickered like miniature suns.
All of these vibrant rays converged toward Cecelia, bathing her in a swirling storm of multicolored brilliance.
The air hummed with magic so potent that even non-mages could feel it pressing against their skin.
"She’s... absorbing all of it?" whispered a second-year student who had climbed onto the viewing rail.
"No, look closer," another replied, eyes wide. "She’s not just absorbing it—she’s weaving their mana together!"
"Can a first-year even do that?" a third gasped. "That’s... that’s advanced fusion healing!"
As the lights merged, Cecelia lifted one hand high above her head. Her silver hair whipped wildly in the gusts of mana as she shouted, voice ringing like a bell across the entire academy grounds.
"Nine Treasure Divine Light!"
A deafening whoosh split the air.
From her raised hand, an enormous wing of pure light erupted outward.
Then another. Together, they spread across the sky in a radiant arc, unfolding until they stretched as wide as the entire Arcadia Academy.
Each feather shimmered with its own hue—emerald, sapphire, gold, violet—like a living rainbow.
The wings glowed so brightly that even the midday sun seemed to dim in comparison.
Gasps rippled through the campus.
"By the Ancients..." a third-year murmured from the upper balconies of Ground Two. "Is that really a healing spell?"
"That... that’s not possible," another professor whispered from the staff room window. "She’s only a first-year!"
"Look at the control!" an older mage said in awe.
"She’s balancing nine different mana streams without a single flaw!"
Below, second-year students pressed against the rails of Ground One, their eyes wide with wonder.
"She’s creating a rescue construct," one of them said.
"Those wings... they can cross the entire campus in seconds!"
"And she’s doing it alone," another added, shaking their head.
"Even our third-year healers can’t coordinate like that without a senior mage guiding them."
The professors watching from the staff room stood frozen, their teacups forgotten.
Even the Principal of Arcadia Academy, a man rarely moved by displays of power, leaned forward in his chair.
"That girl..." he muttered to himself. "Such mastery at her age... incredible."
The Giant Feather continued to expand, each colossal feather shimmering with ripples of mana.
The wind it generated swept across the training field, carrying leaves and dust into a swirling dance.
Students shielded their faces, their hair whipping wildly in the storm of radiant energy.
Inside the circle, Veyla strained to keep her focus, sweat beading on her brow as she channeled her healing light into Cecelia’s growing construct.
"Cecelia," she called out, her voice tight with effort, "is this... enough power to reach him?"
"It has to be," Cecelia replied,. "Kael is out there, and he’s dying. I won’t let him be lost."