Turning around to inspect where he had tripped, Yark found nothing—no dips, no rocks, just a flat, smooth surface.
"Yark, falling on flat ground? Watch your step next time!" one of his classmates teased, as the rest laughed.
After all, they were all fine, and he was the only one who tripped.
Who else would they laugh at?
Even if Yark wanted to be angry, he couldn't; he'd genuinely fallen on flat ground, and it was his classmate who cast the healing spell for him.
Resigned, he chuckled along with them, and they continued on their way.
Murray, however, glanced back at Crossbridge Academy thoughtfully.
He suspected that Yark's stumble had something to do with his lack of restraint earlier, though he had no evidence.
As for Daniel's actual strength, Murray had no idea.
He couldn't sense any mana from him at all, as if Daniel were a normal person.