{Third Person POV}
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The air in the Academy's primary medical hall was thick with the scent of sterile bandages, singed uniform fabric, and the sharp tang of concentrated healing salves.
With the mid-term practical examination in full swing within the Obsidian Woods, the teleportation failsafes were triggering at a steady, chaotic rate.
Every few minutes, another flash of white light would deposit a battered, exhausted, or thoroughly humiliated first-year student onto one of the incoming triage circles.
"Bed four needs immediate stabilization!" a senior faculty healer shouted over the chaotic din of groaning students. "Blunt force trauma and minor internal bleeding! They got caught in an earth-mage ambush!"
"I have it," a quiet, slightly raspy voice replied.
Aria stepped swiftly between the crowded rows of cots.
She wore the tailored, immaculate dark-blue and silver uniform of the Academy medical staff, her striking pale blonde hair pinned neatly back.
