With a sharp hiss, a turquoise liquid spilled down his leg. The wound was washed, and I could watch how an unknown potion penetrated inside. The muscles under the skin lit up, and the healing composition began to bubble. I yelped in pain.

- Be patient, - a very young healer said, squeezing my hand, - this is liquid Ether. Before I can start repairing tissue, I need to let him fill in all the damage.

The girl with absolutely white hair offhand was no more than fifteen years old. But the hospital wards of the third building of the Academy were overcrowded with victims. And she, like a dozen...