"Heh?"
The sound barely left her lips before she moved.
Her body reacted before her mind could fully process the threat. She twisted to the side, her mana-enhanced reflexes kicking in at the last second. A sharp pulse of energy crackled through the air, missing her by mere inches, striking the wooden wall behind her with a sharp explosion of force.
The impact was controlled—not enough to kill, but enough to send a message.
Lilia landed smoothly, bow raised, her crimson eyes flashing with pure, razor-sharp focus.
Someone just attacked her.
And now?
They had her full attention.
Lilia barely had time to reposition before her attackers moved.
Four of them.
She registered their presence in a heartbeat—stronger than first-years, stronger than what she was used to dealing with. These weren't just reckless juniors trying to make a name for themselves. These were cadets. Seniors.
