Fury of the Phoenix

Freya fell to the floor with a groan as a current of pain travel across her head. Her eyes began to bleed and her vision blurred. She could still see, but the details were blurry, and her eyes were throbbing with pain.

Art quickly noticed her predicament and understood the reason for it. He supported back onto her feet, and spoke, “You had a backlash from using your trait. Thankfully, the matches are over for today. If you had to compete in this condition, it would have been a disaster. Come on, let’s get to your room.”

The Ancient mage helped go back to her room, and then carefully placed her on her bed, “I am sure the effects should wear off in a couple of hours.”

“12 hours to be exact!” Freya muttered through the pain.

“12 hours! Ooh, that’s rough.” Art grimaced. “Well, I leave you to it, then. If you need something, just let me know.”