"Alright. Then be careful."
A trace of doubt and surprise flickered through Sylvandria's eyes. Raphael's concern toward Zora felt… different.
She had known Raphael for quite some time. He was gentle and courteous to everyone, yes, but this level of attentiveness and caution was something she rarely saw. Instinctively, she sensed that this concern was not entirely ordinary.
"Be careful."
A cold, low voice suddenly followed.
Alaric Von Seraph's dark eyes rested on Zora, a faint but unmistakable seriousness hidden beneath his usual indifference. This kind of battle was never easy, especially for someone who was entering such a fight for the first time.
Zora's phoenix eyes shimmered slightly, surprise flashing through the calm depths before turning into a confident smile.
"I will."
Her exquisite face bloomed with that smile, radiant and dazzling, like flowers bursting into life all at once.
In the next instant, Zora drew the Blue Ice Sword.
