Selene laughed lightly as she stepped back. She rolled her shoulders as if loosening tension that hadn't truly settled in the first place.
"You're strong, Marcus. At the start, anyway," she said with an easy grin. "You've got talent. But right now?" She tapped her chest once. "I'm much stronger."
Marcus pushed himself up with a soft groan and nodded, accepting it without argument.
"Yeah… I figured," he said.
He didn't say anything more. He wouldn't explain that the sudden rise in his Magic aptitude back then might not have been entirely his own doing. He wouldn't mention the interrogations, Sergeant Drake's sharp eyes, or the uneasy feeling that something foreign had once brushed against his power.
Talking about it would only make the loss feel heavier.
Right now, he believed it was over. That was enough.
Medics guided him toward the infirmary. His injuries were minor, almost negligible, but procedure was procedure.
