Light magic was rare.
Having a high affinity for light magic was extrely rare.
And finding a way to display it in a way that was both striking and morable? That was even harder.
But now, Safa had the perfect opportunity.
She hadn’t wanted other students to get hurt like Piba, and she certainly hadn’t planned on being attacked by Nannan. Yet the mont she saw the wind magic coming, her mind shifted instantly, adapting to the situation.
She could use this.
Instead of dodging the attacks, instead of channeling Qi to harden her body or mana to block the damage, she had made the choice to take the hit, completely.
It wasn’t about making Nannan look bad, though that ended up being a convenient side effect. Her focus was purely on showcasing her magic in the most dramatic way possible, exactly what this event was ant for.
Now, with the crowd watching in stunned silence, they could see it, every wound on her body closing in seconds. The cuts vanished as if they had never been there. The blood evaporated into nothing. The light that surrounded her shimred brilliantly, wrapping her in warmth and purity.
In re monts, Safa stood exactly as she had before the attack, untouched, unbroken, and smiling.
Nannan almost stumbled backward, her balance faltering. Even she couldn’t deny what she had just seen was spectacular. This wasn’t simple healing magic. This was sothing else, sothing powerful, rare, and awe-inspiring.
Safa, however, didn’t linger on her reaction. She walked back to her partner with an easy, confident smile.
"You certainly did a lot," Piba said, her tone both impressed and amused. "I don’t think things could have gone better for you."
Now that the crowd had witnessed the healing firsthand, the murmurs began to spread fast. People were putting the pieces together, if Safa had light magic this strong, it was only natural to believe she also possessed the God Eyes, the very thing that allowed her to see through Nannan’s invisibility in the first place.
Safa had beco the center of conversation. The previous presentations, impressive as they might have been, were already forgotten. The entire event had shifted around her mont.
The way it all played out felt less like a school event and more like a scene from an intense TV drama, the kind that kept you glued to the screen.
"Alright everyone!" the announcer’s voice bood over the murmuring crowd. "Let’s give a round of applause to everyone who participated today! The new generation of mages is shaping up to be as promising as ever! Rember to be ready for tomorrow’s events, and in the anti, enjoy the evening festivities!"
Applause and cheers erupted, the earlier shock giving way to excitent. What many had assud would be the most lackluster event of the tournant had, thanks to Wilton Academy, beco the mont everyone would be talking about for the rest of the night.
Back in the special viewing room where the principals were gathered, the conversation was just as animated as the crowd’s. They couldn’t keep from discussing what they had just witnessed.
"My word, that was astonishing!" one of the principals exclaid. "I can’t believe Wilton Academy has managed to surprise us for the second ti."
"That’s right," another agreed quickly. "And did you see her healing capabilities? She has to be one of the strongest light mages in existence, right?"
"Right," a third principal said with conviction. "And now I’m certain, she has the God Eyes. If she possesses the God Eyes and that level of magical ability... doesn’t it feel like she’s following in the footsteps of Idore himself? Perhaps she could even be the next Grand Magus."
Although there was a spark of jealousy among them, resentnt that such a talent belonged to Wilton’s Academy, the mood was, overall, one of admiration. They were pleased that such a mage existed at all... all except for one man.
"I want to ask," Ibarin said at last, his tone slicing through the room’s chatter. "Why is it that a mage of such extraordinary talent, blessed with the God Eyes, has not co to the Central Academy?
"We have the best support system for our students. The most advanced guidance for those skilled in light magic. She would have been accepted in an instant. So tell ... what did you do to make her choose your academy?"
The weight behind his words was unmistakable. It wasn’t an innocent question, it was an accusation wrapped in polite phrasing.
The other principals exchanged glances. None of them could outright call Ibarin wrong. As much as they disliked his tone, the truth was the sa for all of them, it was baffling why a student like Safa wouldn’t have chosen the Central Academy.
"Ibarin," Wilton said evenly, his voice calm but firm, "academies improve and change all the ti. I don’t know why this student picked Wilton. Maybe she had a bad impression of so of your students."
Then, with the smallest of smirks, he added, "And speaking of impressions... we still haven’t discussed the matter of the Central Academy attacking so suddenly. Don’t you think sothing should be done about that?"
The room went still.
So of the principals thought the sa thing, that Wilton was very brave to talk back to the Grand Magus so openly. But perhaps it made sense. Wilton had no aspirations of rising higher in political rank, so he had less to lose than most.
"You’re right," Ibarin finally said, his voice regaining that smooth, authoritative edge. "I should call for a eting so that Nannan can apologize. And I will be there in person... to et the Wilton student as well. I’ll make sure it’s sincere."
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