The walk back.
The group slowly began their march out of the dungeon.
Several healers walked beside him, hands glowing with soft magic to keep his vitals stable.
Every few steps, one of them would glance at his condition or adjust the runes to make sure he stayed alive.
Right behind them were the three tied-up assassins, dragged along by stern-faced academy guards. The assassins were heavily chained, their mouths sealed with silencing magic,the guards used magic chains, silencing spells, and enchanted ropes to make sure they couldn't escape.
Their faces were bruised and pale, and though they didn't speak, their eyes darted wildly perhaps from the anger.
The rest of the students walked several steps behind, the crowd unusually silent for such a large group.
The explosion had shaken everyone. The dungeon, which once felt like just another test, now felt like the edge of a battlefield.
Slowly some of the first year students whisper among themselves.
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