Luther's POV
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Mixed Combat Lab, 8:40 AM
For a moment after the blast, Luther heard absolutely nothing.
No cheers.
No spells.
No howls.
Just a ringing in his ears that made the entire world feel like it had been stuffed inside cotton.
Then… the noise came crashing back.
Students shouting. Metal clattering. Someone groaning loudly enough to suggest they'd just been flattened by a truck.
Luther pushed himself up from the arena floor with a grunt, shaking his head once to clear the haze. "Bloody hell…"
He rolled his shoulders, testing them. No broken bones or cracked ribs. Just bruises and a mild headache.
Good enough.
His wolf stirred inside him, irritated but alert. 'That… wasn't normal.'
No kidding.
Luther looked around the arena.
The force dome that had surrounded the battlefield was gone. Hadn't been gently dissolved either. It had shattered like glass, fragments of magical light still drifting lazily through the air before fading.
