Since the Twin Stars of Destruction had moved—the action that marked the beginning of the spar—two minutes had passed.
In two minutes, the class of geniuses had been welcomed to another tier of combat.
Nyssara had been the first to notice.
For the first time since she had awakened, she was pinned. Not held—her limbs were free, her body unbound—but the space around her had become a cage. This was not spatial magic, not the teleportation locks she had faced. This lock had no seams. It had simply decided that she would not move, and she did not move.
She had finally understood why she felt she had no chance of survival against her professor.
How could she survive when her ability—the source of her confidence, the reason she had never feared being cornered—meant nothing?
But that was not the issue at hand. Her friends were still fighting. How would they manage without her?
Rhaegar would have to find another plan.
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