As the timer struck zero, Anthony felt the very fabric of space distort once more.
In the next instant, he found himself back in the open clearing.
But this time, there were no screams of anguish echoing through the air.
Though the metallic scent of blood still lingered, it lacked the overwhelming intensity it carried before.
Without hesitation, the healers sprang into action the moment they arrived, their hands glowing faintly as they moved to mend wounds and restore strength once again.
Though their wounds were mended, many remained visibly drained, their bodies frail, their movements sluggish, the price of having exhausted every last trace of mana in battle.
Once their duty was fulfilled, the healers departed as swiftly and silently as they had arrived, leaving behind only the faint shimmer of residual energy.
From above, Corporal Daniel descended, his presence commanding immediate attention.
"You already know the conditions for passing"
