"Huff… Huff…"
Xevier Adams was panting heavily as Emilia worked to heal the festering wound in his chest.
Holy energy truly was a blessing in situations like this—its purifying touch cleansed the infection completely, allowing Xevier to breathe in relief.
"It's a good thing the wound didn't reach your heart... Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to save you."
Emilia exhaled and stepped back as the others made space for the mage to stand again.
"I'm sorry... I was careless,"
Xevier said, directing his apology to Phoenix. But he simply shook his head.
"It's fine. The responsibility is mine."
Even though the Elite Class was made up of the best, at the end of the day, they were still just children—barely past puberty. Incidents like this were well within the realm of possibility… but Phoenix had failed to anticipate it.
