[Celestial Academy — Administrative Wing Corridor — 10:41 AM]
Alex was standing.
Not well. But standing.
[HP: 491,700 → 482,800]
[Corruption: 76%]
[F4 — active interference with F1 due to sustained damage]
The corridor between him and Davan had twenty meters of rubble and two broken walls in between. Raven to his right, evaluating angles. The team regrouping via communicator but still scattered throughout the Academy.
Davan at the far end of the corridor with the necklace glowing and his eyes still choosing what color to be.
"You know you can't win," said Alex.
"You're carrying two Fragments." Davan. "I've had mine for twenty minutes." A pause. "And I threw you twenty meters."
Alex didn't answer.
Because he was right.
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[F1 — Soul Sight — activated]
The spiritual plane of the corridor appeared in Alex's vision.
