Yes, Belinda, who, the moment saw Renan's arm getting chopped out of nowhere, used her space element to transport herself to the nearest light dragon and brought him with her.
The man in the question, who did not know what was happening, just nodded his head and started to heal Unconscious Renan, and the Room, which was just a moment ago filled with happiness, turned gloomy.
Everyone in the hall stood in silence, their gazes fixed on Renan's unconscious face. His expression, once contorted in pain, gradually softened, indicating that the healing process was working. The first to break the silence was Gracen.
"What just happened? Where did that attack come from?" Gracen asked, his voice filled with frustration and anger.
Ruston, still holding Renan gently, shook his head. "Even I don't know. The attack... it just appeared out of thin air."
The room fell into stunned silence. The idea that Ruston, the strongest dragon in existence, couldn't identify the source of the attack left everyone shocked.
"How is that possible? Even you couldn't sense it?" Namari asked in disbelief. Her words resonated with everyone in the room, all nodding in agreement—except for Belinda, whose attention was fixed on the spot where Renan's hand had stretched out.
After a moment of intense observation, Belinda spoke. "I think I know where the attack came from."
All heads turned to her, eyes widening in surprise. If even Ruston, who was currently the strongest dragon, couldn't discern the source, how could Belinda, who wasn't the second-strongest dragon, possibly have the answer?
"Where did it come from, Mother?" Namari asked urgently.
Belinda's gaze didn't waver. "It wasn't exactly an attack," she began. "It was a retaliation... from the Earth will itself."
"Retaliation?" Namari echoed, her confusion mirrored by everyone else.
Belinda sighed and explained, "Imagine two warriors of unimaginable strength clashing in battle. Their blows don't just affect their opponents—they devastate the surroundings. If they are strong enough, they can even tear the fabric of space itself. Now, who do you think is responsible for mending those tears?"
"The Earth's will?" Kael answered, his voice uncertain.
Belinda nodded. "Exactly. The Earth will work tirelessly to repair the tears in space caused by such destructive clashes. Normally, a space-element user, like myself, can open and close spatial rifts without issue—it's like opening and shutting a door. But those warriors... they don't open the door. They rip it off its hinges. And the Earth's will has to step in to repair the damage they leave behind."
She paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. "At some point, the Earth's will grew tired of the endless destruction. It began retaliating against those who tore its fabric, sending out an instinctive counterattack. For warriors of that caliber, such retaliation is little more than a warning—a scratch at best. But Renan... Renan hasn't trained. He hasn't even reached his second phase. To him, it wasn't a warning—it was devastation. The attack severed his arm."
Belinda's voice grew softer. "Thankfully, the strike only goes through his side, cutting his ar off. If it had been aimed at his neck or chest..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. She didn't need to.
The weight of her unspoken words settled heavily over the room. Everyone understood the horrifying reality: if the Earth's will had targeted Renan's vital areas, he wouldn't have survived.
"And Renan, who has just awakened his space element, didn't know how to open the door properly and tried to force it open, prompting the Earth's Will to retaliate," Belinda concluded her explanation.
The light dragon, who had been quietly focused on healing Renan, finally spoke. "It's done, Your Highness," he said, his voice steady.
Everyone's attention shifted from Belinda to Renan, whose severed arm was now reattached flawlessly, with no trace of the earlier injury.
Ruston nodded approvingly. "Good. You've done well. You may return to your duties, and I'll ensure you're rewarded later."
"As you command, Your Majesty," the light dragon replied, bowing deeply before standing and exiting the hall.
Ruston turned to Namari, who was already moving toward Renan, concern still etched on her face. Gently, Ruston lifted Renan and placed him in Namari's arms. "Take him to his room. He needs rest," he instructed firmly but kindly.
Namari and Gracen nodded silently, exchanging a glance of shared relief and concern. Without another word, they left the hall, carrying Renan carefully.
Left behind were Ruston, Belinda, Kael, Sylveria, and Nymeria, the weight of the recent events hanging heavy in the air.