Chapter 26: Reanimate: Slot 3 Unlocked
Oswald's mouth opened slightly, stunned. The wolf lord's remains now idly floated in the air, reduced to drifting ash and lingering essence—an apex predator, a high-level boss monster, obliterated in an instant by a reckless student not even half his age.
But Oswald didn't let the thought linger. The wellbeing of that same reckless student was a far more pressing matter.
"You brat! You could have gotten yourself killed!"
His voice cracked like a whip as he stepped forward, already drawing runes into the air with sharp, practiced motions. Two glowing sigils—one of speed, one of healing—flared to life beneath his fingertips. His hands moved with refined precision, the patterns smooth and controlled.
It was the same spellwork the other students had learned, the same runes Cynthia or the more diligent mages would conjure—but Oswald's felt heavier. Deliberate. Charged with deeper intent and raw power that made the magic hum with authority.
"Fast Healing!"
He declared, arms outstretched toward Silas as golden light bathed the younger mage. The spell enveloped him in a warm halo, knitting bruises, easing the throb in joints, softening the ache of strain from constant propulsion and bone-shaking impact.
"Woah... didn't expect you to be that caring, teach."
Silas chuckled, standing where he was. Blood, bruises, fatigue—he could handle all of that. But saliva? Being drenched in the wolf lord's slobber was an entirely different beast.
"Anyways, about the tow—"
Before he could finish, a glowing rune appeared in the sky above him. A sudden burst—and a column of water cascaded down like a vertical tidal wave, drenching him from head to toe in an instant.