[Seris's POV]
Seris's golden eyes remained locked on Kyle's unconscious form. Her sharp gaze tracing the faint, unstable mana still flickering around him like dying embers.
It pulsed erratically. As if resisting the natural order, before finally dissipating into the air. The sight left her unsettled.
'What was that?'
It was as if his body had been forced to contain something far beyond what it was meant to hold.
Seraphina had already barked orders, summoning every available medic in the vicinity.
They rushed forward. Their hands glowing with healing magic as they immediately began stabilizing the five survivors.
Seris didn't hesitate.
She knelt beside Kyle first. Her fingers hovering over his chest.
A soft golden light emanated from her palms as she activated [Soul Heal].
A rare ability that mended not just flesh. But the very essence of one's being.
It drained her more than standard healing spells. But she didn't care.
