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... still. Contained. But I didn’t trust it.
Not yet.
"Professor..." Wallace’s voice was barely a whisper, his breath labored.
I glanced at him. He was pale, drained, and barely upright. His hands trembled as he wiped the sweat from his brow, the remnants of mana exhaustion weighing him down.
"Sit down, Wallace," I murmured, my tone softer this time. "You’ve done enough."
He didn’t argue. For once.
Wallace slumped against a nearby tree, his eyes droopi ...
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