The first thing Noah saw when he opened his eyes was a familiar white ceiling.
He blinked several times, his vision gradually clearing. His breathing remained slow and steady as the lingering haze of unconsciousness faded away.
"...Where...?"
He turned his head slightly.
The room was spacious and spotless. Rows of neatly arranged beds stretched across the infirmary, separated by white curtains. The faint scent of medicinal herbs mixed with disinfectant filled the air.
The Academy infirmary.
A quiet sigh escaped his lips. "So... I survived..."
As he attempted to sit up, a soft female voice interrupted him. "Oh? You're finally awake."
A woman wearing a white lab coat approached his bedside. She appeared to be in her early thirties, her gentle eyes carrying the calm composure of an experienced healer.
She placed two fingers on his wrist before channeling a thread of mana through his body to examine his condition.
