As both Raymond and Samuel finally formed their contracts, the overwhelming pressure that had been gripping the air slowly faded.
The golden and purple domes dissolved into particles of light, vanishing like mist under morning sun.
The clearing that had once held its breath—
Breathed again.
The students, some wide-eyed and others pale from the sheer tension, finally relaxed. Many of them hadn't even realized they'd been holding their breath until now.
The teachers, who had instinctively prepared for battle just moments ago, finally lowered their guards.
Zankeil released the grip on his staff and muttered, "Finally…"
Beside him, Neila let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "Chaos, always chaos when these chosen ones gather."
Professor Luther wiped the sweat off his brow. "I thought we were going to have to fight two divine beasts at once…"
"Don't jinx it," Illiana warned with a small sigh, though her lips curved into a faint smile. "It's over now."
