"Are you guys okay?"
A small voice called out from above.
Flare looked up and froze…
A little kid floated midair, suspended by psionic energy. The air around him seemed to have its own pressure.
A child in the Academy grounds was unusual and one radiating that much presence? Had this young boy already reached the level of a Great Mage?
"Don't despair," the boy said calmly, though his voice carried an authority that didn't fit his face. "I've moved a lot of students closer to the Academy. But I can't currently expend enough psionic energy to teleport you three straight there."
Flare blinked.
"Th-thank you," she managed.
She turned and ran toward where she had left Esme behind.
The Professor… Torrent hovered silently, his gaze falling on the headless body that had once been Velkin.
And then, right before his eyes, the head regrew.
A low crack echoed through the air as Velkin twisted her neck, bones snapping into place.
