"I still can't believe the so-called strongest academy was about to get flattened. Anyway, be grateful—the Lunaria squad has arrived."
A loud, mocking voice echoed from above, and a moment later, a massive dome of shimmering metal, ten meters wide, slammed down around the squad like a protective fortress.
Pure mana rained from the heavens, hammering against the dome like furious hail, only to be repelled with ringing clangs.
The magical constructs outside continued to batter the dome for a few seconds, but when they halted, the metal structure retracted smoothly into the ground like melting steel, revealing the Wysteria squad—alive, battle-worn but safe.
Their bodies bore bruises and shallow cuts, remnants of the brutal battle before.
But more than their survival, what drew the eye was the presence behind them—another squad had arrived, cloaked in quiet menace. The Lunaria squad.