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Just as suddenly as it had begun, the pain abruptly ceased, replaced by a sensation of weightlessness. Ethan's senses slowly returned, his vision blurred and ears ringing loudly. When his eyes finally focused, he realized he was floating, suspended inside a shimmering bubble of mana.

Confusion flooded his mind. He looked around frantically. Lia and Luna floated nearby in similar translucent spheres, unconscious but seemingly unharmed. Ethan's pulse quickened in panic, and he reached out toward them, but the mana barrier held him firmly in place.

Then, his eyes locked onto a figure hovering protectively in front of him—the old hag, Agnes. Her silvery robes were torn and scorched, her long gray hair flowing wildly in the chaotic currents of mana. Her breathing was labored, ragged, her shoulders rising and falling heavily.