Space around him glitched in existence—a crackling, almost electric feel slicing the air—as reality warped with a shiver that ran beneath Seraphine's skin. Instinctively, she tensed, fingers tightening around her sword's hilt, every sense straining as the world seemed to hold its breath.
A black, simple-looking pouch materialized, emitting a faint, musty scent, as the air around it cooled abruptly. Seraphine's heartbeat slowed as she stared deadpan at her Leon.
"Hmph! You should have at least given me a warning." Her eyes flickered away, darting to the floor and then to the far wall as she complained, a faint flush coloring her cheeks as embarrassment crept into her voice.
Leon found her reaction irresistibly cute; the corners of his mouth lifted in a small, genuine smile as he watched her struggle to maintain her composure.
