Yoora blinked, still watching the field where Nayoung stood catching her breath, the giant scissors resting on her shoulder.
"I didn't know that was possible…" she muttered, her brows furrowed.
Minseok turned his head, grinning. "Nayoung is amazing, right?"
But Yoora shook her head and quietly summoned her weapon—silver chains wrapped around her arm, glowing faintly with mana.
"I don't mean her skill," she said. "I mean… teleporting. When Nayoung threw her weapon, she didn't run to catch it. She teleported to it."
"Teleported?!" the others exclaimed, turning to Yoora in surprise.
Yoora nodded slowly, her eyes still on Nayoung. "Yeah. No one moves that fast without leaving mana traces in the air except Prof. But I didn't sense any wind pressure around her steps. One moment she was there, then the next—gone. That's teleportation."
Elshienne's mouth opened slightly. "But… isn't that impossible with a mana weapon? Aren't they bound by range?"
