"You almost died," she hissed, her hands clenching into fists so tight her nails drew blood against her palms. "You could have died. They attempted to murder you, a fellow classmate! And they… they stood there and smiled? How could a human being be like that?"
The air around them began to vibrate. It wasn't the wind. It was Amy's mana—usually warm and healing—turning sharp and volatile.
She stood up, pacing the small gazebo, her magic crackling like static electricity. The nearby flowers withered instantly, unable to withstand the sheer density of her rage.
"I'm going to kill them," she said, her voice shaking with pure venom. "I'm going to tear them apart. I healed them. I protected them. I saved William's life three times in the last expedition! And he… he did that?!"
She grabbed her own hair, a scream of frustration building in her throat, her eyes glowing with a terrifying light.
"How could I be so stupid?! I wasted my mana on murderers!"
