Following the staff through the narrow corridor and leaving the vast sparring platform behind, Lyra felt a warm, enveloping sensation across her entire body.
Fresh green life elements in the air, driven by magical circles, swirled continuously around the competitors, steadily relieving their sore muscles and tense nerves.
Back on stage, she had used nearly every combat technique at her disposal, except for Light Cascade, yet still failed to defeat Senior Nosse.
The gap between a Sorcerer and a full-fledged Magnus was indeed immense. Even with her additional status as a peak Grand Knight, victory remained out of reach.
Walking along the corridor paved with black tiles, Lyra lowered her head, staring at her little leather shoes. Her gaze inadvertently fell upon her legs, noticing two holes in the white thigh-high stockings on her right calf, likely snagged during the earlier fight.
