The Healer's Unintended Aura
A localized explosion of force slammed into the base of the central security ward—a massive, glowing rune embedded in the floor of the arena designed to detect unauthorized magic use.
"Oh, no," Bima breathed, his face draining of color as the rune pulsed a violent, rhythmic crimson.
A siren began to blare—a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through the stone floor and echoed into the night. It was the security alarm.
"You really do have a talent for attracting disaster," Kirill said, his voice now sounding distant, as if he were already moving away. "I suggest you run, unless you’d like to explain to the Night Wardens why you’re here."