At this moment, Rowan was ready to sacrifice himself, prepared to face death.
But a hand rested on his shoulder.
It was Daniel's hand.
"Headmaster!" Rowan exclaimed.
"There's no need for this. Step back," Daniel said, gently moving Rowan aside and stepping forward himself. His expression remained calm, serene.
At that moment, the members of Crossbridge Academy witnessed something truly miraculous.
The massive tornado summoned by the head of House Windwhisper, meant to sweep everyone at Crossbridge Academy into the air, never materialized.
It was as if… it had simply vanished, like a gust of wind that dissipated in an instant.
And all the variously colored spells, hurtling like rain toward them, froze as they neared Daniel.
They came to a complete stop, suspended in midair.
The members of Crossbridge Academy could hardly believe their eyes.
"These… these spells… why did they all stop?"
