Silas Beyblade 소설 & 이야기

Riven moved like a ghost through the ranks, correcting posture here, redirecting flow there, never once raising his voice. And Silas...... My gaze drifted instinctively toward the healer’s tier. Silas stood at the center of a newly inscribed convergence ring, pale but upright, directing energy through channels that responded instantly to his intent. The scars on his arms were visible now, and thin crescents of pearl-light etched into his skin. Permanent. But no longer wounds. Kyren followed my line of sight. “He shouldn’t be standing.” “He wouldn’t stay down,” I said. “Trust me. I tried.”