Instructor Garrison's gaze fell on the ghastly four-colored Mana Construct rib cage surrounding Cynrik's body, and he raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Welcome to the party, Instructor Garrison; I was only disciplining this little chicken shit that showed up right before you. Would you believe he had the gall to demand leadership of my team? The balls on this guy." Cynrik snorted as he dismissed the Mana Construct surrounding his body.
Looking away from Instructor Garrison and toward Brance, Cynrik's eyes fell on the half-dead senior, and he snorted loudly once again.
Seeing this reaction, Brance frowned before channeling some Light Mana into his hands, followed the Runic Diagram in his mind, and activated [Lay on Hands] to bring the poor young master to a point where he could breathe without gasping.