The first wave had been orcs and goblins. Thankfully, that monster from the other day never showed. We’ve been fighting since early evening. Night has long since settled, but we press on. Now it’s the giant spiders and snakes. I catch the staggering movements of some wolves, their stamina flagging. I know I promised not to—but that was before this. I duck behind a tree, crouching low as if I’m checking for wounds, then press my palm against the earth. This should work. Closing my eyes, I reach out—not just through the ground, but through the air, searching for every werewolf in the fight. Professor Sloane’s teachings on High Healing echoes in my mind. “Area High Heal,” I whisper, praying no telltale glow betrays me. The spell takes thirty seconds, heavy seconds that drag like chains, before it bursts through. The wolves straighten, renewed, their strength flooding back. I push to stand, but the world tilts. My head spins. “Give it a minute,” Ezra murmurs, his flame flickering
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