Even though Arthur could hardly understand the meteorological phenomena, he had managed to use them to preserve his mageroot.
Scorn was left open-mouthed.
Between the blind and the deaf students, Arthur slowly walked toward a wall to rest his back on. He was admiring the chaos he had created. The class also happened in the evening, but for the day it seemed over.
Sun was touching the horizon and his stomach was aching for more food. The stench of burnt flesh did not impede his ability to salivate to the sole thought of a proper meal, however, he wasn't sure whether he was about to puke or in need of a snack.
The healer was still stimulating the heart of the fallen mage when several spheres of light magic and water appeared above them. Arthur looked at the process, intrigued. There were interactions between the charred tissue and the white magicules, water was only there to lighten the man's suffering as he woke up.
