At the man's sudden presence, the students instinctively turned toward him. Some immediately recognized him, while others stared blankly, struggling to recall who he was. A few had been unconscious during the previous healing session and thus had no memory of the mysterious figure who had healed them.
"No need to complain," the man said, his tone calm but firm, carrying an authority that silenced the room.
"Follow me."
His voice was not loud, yet it carried effortlessly to every ear, resonating with quiet command. Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked toward the corridor on the left. Above it hung a small sign illuminated by soft green light, gently swaying from the ceiling.
Asher's gaze lingered briefly on the other corridor to the right, where the same sign glowed in red. 'Green probably means light injuries, while red marks the serious cases,' he thought, his mind as sharp as ever. Without hesitation, he followed.
