"W-What do you mean?" Master stammered, his entire body stiffening.
He couldn't believe what Sandra had just said… The words echoed in his head, making no sense at all.
He couldn't understand a single thing, but the confident smirk on her lips and the determined glint in her eyes told him one thing—something had definitely happened back at the Academy.
His gaze shifted toward the tiny hooded figure, frozen solid in ice. He had to know what had gone down. Just as he was about to step forward,
"Where do you think you're going?" Sandra's voice was low, almost taunting, as she flicked her wrist, sending a sharp water knife slicing through the air straight toward him.
Master reacted instantly, cutting the attack down with a swift swing of his sword before locking eyes with her.
"Killing him seems impossible," Dora muttered in irritation, her fingers curling into fists.
Sandra frowned slightly before a slow grin spread across her face. "But he can freeze, right?"
