Noah's breathing was still ragged, his body aching from the relentless fight, but none of that mattered now. Not with her standing there.
Lila stood at the center of the chaos, a vision of unsettling beauty, her wide eyes glimmering with something far too excited for the situation.
She turned to the year 3s, still frozen mid-motion, their fists locked in the air, their snarls trapped in time itself. Noah could barely believe what he was seeing.
'What the hell did she do?'
It wasn't just her usual telekinesis. The way the leaves in the air were suspended—no slight movement, no wavering—it was unnatural. Too precise.
Then it hit him.
She wasn't just holding them in place. She was reversing time.
His throat went dry. "Lila..." His voice came out hoarse, uncertain. "How are you doing this?"