Mia immediately rushed over to Verena. "Verena!!" she called out, panic lacing her voice.
She crouched down beside her friend, her hands trembling slightly as they hovered over Verena's broken wrist. A soft, verdant glow began to emanate from her palm—gentle, healing, but trembling with frustration. The air was thick with tension.
Mia didn't even try to hide it. She shot me a look filled with raw hatred and utter disappointment. Her glare was sharp, cutting. Lips pressed into a thin line, like she wanted to say something—maybe curse me, maybe scream—but she stopped herself. Just stood there, biting her tongue, letting her healing light flow instead.
And then, Kaelira walked forward.
