Behind him, Cecelia looked at Kael with wide eyes—astonished, breathless.
Nathan held her still, gaze locked on the rampaging Frostfang.
Kael stood in front of the injured students, fists raised, ready to fight the monster while Nathan protected Cecelia.
The battlefield had already split into two roles:
Nathan saved Cecelia.
Kael saved everyone else.
And the direwolf turned its icy gaze toward Kael.
The Frostfang Direwolf prowled in the middle of everything, breath steaming, fangs glimmering with cold.
Then Kael and Nathan stood side by side.
Nathan's cape fluttered in the icy wind as magic symbols spun around his right hand.
Kael tightened his grip on his heavy sword with one hand, inhaling deeply.
"Kael," Nathan muttered without looking at him, "don't die."
Kael rolled his shoulders. "I'll try."
"Try? TRY?" Nathan shouted. "This thing is a C-Rank apex beast!"
Kael blinked. "…So?"
Nathan choked on his own breath.
"Why are you acting like this is normal!?"
