Reborn as the Archmage's Rival

The light dimmed slightly as Aiden pulled his hand away, the soft golden glow fading from Kai's shoulder.

"Good as new," he said, brushing his palms together.

Kai rotated his arm a few times, testing it. "You know what? That actually worked. My shoulder feels... tingly, but not shattered."

Ethan stepped closer, eyes focused. "Okay. My turn. I need to learn that."

"You're not bleeding," Aiden said dryly.

"Not yet," Ethan replied. "But if today has taught me anything, I should probably get ahead of the curve."

Kai snorted, sitting up. "Alright, sit down. Class is officially in session."

Aiden looked at Ethan. "Healing magic—especially the light-based kind—isn't about force. It's about... stability. Emotional calm. Focus. That's what channels the light properly."

Ethan frowned. "You're saying I need to be emotionally stable to use it?"

Kai clapped him on the back. "So basically, you're doomed."

"Thanks," Ethan deadpanned.