Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!

"Keep the formation!" Cecelia's voice rang clear over the chaos, firm and steady.

The mage in their party quickly darted to the side, his robe fluttering as he swung his blade toward the beast's legs. Sparks flew as the edge bit into muscle, forcing the creature to slow its charge.

But Cecelia didn't move back. She held her position, eyes locked on the massive third bear as it barreled toward her, each pounding step shaking the ground.

With a deep, rumbling roar, the bear raised a paw the size of a shield and swiped at her.

The air itself seemed to tear as the claws passed inches from her face, the gust ruffling her hair and sending a few loose strands drifting.

Cecelia's left hand flared with soft, golden light not to heal, but to strike. She focused, condensing the magic until it formed a sharp, shimmering edge that gleamed like a sword made of sunlight.

"Radiant Edge", she shouted.

She swung with precision. A bright arc of light traced through the air and slashed across the bear's chest.

Its thick fur sizzled as the magic burned through skin and muscle. The sharp smell of scorched hair and flesh rose instantly.

The bear let out a deafening roar, staggering back in pain. But it wasn't done yet—its bloodshot eyes glared at her with primal fury as it lunged again, claws slashing in a desperate counterattack.

Cecelia's movements were sharp and deliberate, every motion flowing with purpose. Each strike of her light magic wasn't just for show—it was placed with care, targeting the beast's weak points.

Cecelia moved with practiced precision, every action calculated, every strike purposeful.

A concentrated flash of golden magic struck the beast's knee, making its stride falter.

Before it could recover, another burst of light flared toward its eyes, forcing it to blink rapidly as its vision swam in white spots.

She stepped to the side, sweeping her magic in a sharp arc to the left—forcing the creature to twist and reveal the vulnerable flesh along its flank.

She wasn't trying to overpower it head-on. Her aim wasn't just to hurt—it was to break its rhythm, to create moments where her teammates could exploit its weaknesses.

Yet even as her body moved with focus, her mind wasn't entirely in the fight.

Half of her was here, reacting to every twitch of muscle, every shift in the beast's stance.

The other half… was far away.

(Kael… I wonder how he's doing right now.)

Her grip on the glowing light in her palm tightened. People called her a healer, and she was, but healing wasn't all she could do. She'd trained too long and fought in too many battles to be helpless.

Still, skill and strength couldn't chase away the gnawing unease in her chest.

She could almost picture him—deep in the darker parts of the forest, moving through shadows, probably facing something dangerous.

He wasn't reckless, never that, but his refusal to back down from a challenge… that was another matter. It pushed him into situations that made even the bravest think twice.

(He might probably push himself again… he always does.)

The world snapped back into brutal clarity with a deafening roar.

From the corner of her eye, a blur of black muscle surged toward her—a massive claw swinging in a deadly arc aimed straight for her head.

The air itself seemed to split with the speed of the strike, a sharp hiss following in its wake.

Her body reacted instantly. She dropped low, the claw slicing past close enough that she could feel the rush of wind it left behind.

She rolled across the dirt, dust and broken leaves scraping against her skin.

She came up on one knee, breath steady, palm already glowing brighter. The light gathered, swirling, condensing into a sharp, searing beam.

"Light Burst!"

The golden beam tore through the air, striking the beast's knee with a forceful crack.

A muffled crunch followed as the creature's leg buckled under its own weight. It staggered, its massive body swaying unsteadily to the side, a pained snarl tearing from its throat.

That was all the opening Linden had been waiting for.

He surged forward with predator-like speed, sunlight flashing along the edge of his dagger. The blade plunged deep into the creature's exposed flank, sinking in to the hilt.

The beast's roar erupted into a full, ear-splitting bellow, shaking the branches overhead. Blood splattered across the dirt in a thick arc as its body jerked violently, struggling to escape the dagger lodged in its side.

Cecelia didn't relax. Her gaze remained locked on the beast, light still glowing faintly in her palm.

A part of her fought here beside Linden. The other part… still thought of Kael, somewhere in this forest, fighting his own battle.

(Just… be safe.)

The first bear—still locked in a furious struggle with two students from Cecelia's team—suddenly threw its head back and roared, the sound rumbling through the ground. Its massive body reared up, towering over them before it lashed out in a wild frenzy.

The swipe came fast and hard. Moran, who had been holding his shield up to protect his teammate, was caught off balance.

The sheer force of the blow sent him flying backward, his shield spinning away and crashing against the dirt with a metallic clang.

"Hey!" Cecelia's voice cut through the chaos like a whip crack. Without hesitation, she dashed forward, boots pounding against the forest floor, her right hand already glowing with a brilliant white light.

Healing Flash!

A burst of radiant energy erupted from her palm the moment she reached him.

The magic wrapped around Moran like warm sunlight, sinking into his skin and knitting bone and muscle back together in an instant.

The fracture in his arm sealed before the pain could overwhelm him, and the tension in his face eased.

"Up!" Cecelia urged sharply, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

"Shield back in position!"

Moran gritted his teeth, scrambling to his feet. He snatched up his shield and barely managed to raise it in time—blocking another heavy swipe from the bear that would have crushed him.

But even with her quick intervention, Cecelia could tell the battle wasn't going in their favor. The beasts weren't just large and powerful—they were unyielding.

Every attack they blocked seemed to be met with another, faster and heavier than the last.

Sweat was already soaking through their clothes, and even the restorative elixirs they'd taken earlier could only push back exhaustion for so long.