"Levy," he said loudly. "Do it."
Razeal shouted fast, his voice sharp and urgent, cutting through the suffocating stillness. He didn't give himself time to hesitate, didn't allow doubt to slow him down. The moment his mouth was free, he used it. He was obviously hoping Levy would act before the woman in front of him even had the chance to react, before she could raise her guard or reinforce whatever invisible restraints she had wrapped around them. Honestly, Razeal didn't even know if it would even work or not. He actually wasn't sure if this would succeed at all. But hope.. thin, desperate, reckless hope.. was all he had left, and he grabbed onto it without thinking. Not that he had any better trick right not.
So
He shouted.
And then… his voice died down.
Nothing happened.
"Levy?" Merisa murmured calmly.
