Chapter 297: Administration
The explosion didn't sound like a bomb. It sounded like a choir screaming in a vacuum.
CRASH.
The reinforced glass of the stasis pods didn't just break; it pulverized. A shockwave of condensed mana—half freezing blue, half crimson mist—erupted outward, turning the medical bay into a vortex of chaotic energy.
"Shield!" Leon roared.
He tackled me, twisting his body mid-air to place his armored back between me and the blast.
We hit the floor hard, sliding across the linoleum as shards of mana-hardened glass embedded themselves in the metal cabinets above us like shrapnel.
"Gah!" Leon grunted, his body jerking as debris pinged off his plate mail.
"Stay down!" I shouted, pressing my face into the cold floor. "Don't breathe the mist! It's raw mana!"
