Chapter 27: Waking to Reality
In a flash of pale blue light, the entire class reappeared in their seats—exactly where they had been before entering the Forest of Trials. The transition was seamless, almost surreal, as if no time had passed at all.
[Minion Destroyed: Out of Range from Summoner]
Guess my minions have a certain range where they work.
Each student returned to their assigned spot, the classroom eerily untouched. Silas, still drenched, sat with water dripping from his hair and pooling beneath his chair—yet he didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
Not with that grin stretching across his face, wide and unrepentant—he had his rewards, and that was more than enough.
Oswald let out a long, exhausted sigh before raising his hand and casting another spell with a practiced flick. A shimmer passed over Silas like a warm breeze, instantly drying him off and restoring his clothes to a crisp, clean state. Even the scuffs and dirt were gone, his robe now as pristine as if it had just been issued.
An odd spell, Silas thought, but definitely a useful one.
He uses magic like he has no mana requirement... I'm envious.
Silas stretched slightly, letting out a groan of contentment. Damp robes had clung to him like a second skin, but now that discomfort melted away, replaced with the soft warmth of magically dried fabric.