"I'm so sorry, Sil," Ezekiel murmured softly, guilt etched into his voice.
He stood just behind Theo Glimmerdew—the Arch Healer of Moonstone Academy—whose very presence carried an ethereal stillness.
The sanctum around them was quiet, lit only by soft-glowing orbs that floated above an arched ceiling carved with ancient celestial glyphs. The walls pulsed faintly with healing sigils, and the floor beneath Silvermist's bed seemed to hum in resonance with her wounded mana.
Silvermist, lying still, simply smiled and gave a gentle nod. She was too distracted—too enchanted—by what floated around her to speak. Hundreds of white, viscous bubbles glided gently in the air, each one glowing with a faint pearlescent shimmer.
