The Healer's Unintended Aura
The corridor was still echoing with Kirill's final words, a tantalizing promise of a game that had merely begun. Bima stood alone, the silence of the academy halls pressing in on him, a stark contrast to the tempest of emotions swirling within. Kirill was gone, expelled, but his parting words, "The trouble was worth it," resonated deeply. Bima’s gaze fell to his hand, flexing his fingers. The mana within him hummed, a steady, controlled current, a stark departure from the chaotic surges that had previously defined his magic. He wasn't the ‘Nothing-Ball’ boy anymore. He was something more, something forged in the fires of desperation and unexpected intervention. The expulsion of Kirill, a man