The heavy silence of the cathedral lingered after the battle, the air still thick with the remnants of Arlon's Black Storm Slash.
Shattered stone, cracked pillars, and blackened scorch marks covered the vast hall—a testament to the power they had unleashed.
But Agema, as always, wasn't concerned with the destruction around her.
She turned her attention to June, tapping a finger against her chin as she studied her with sharp, honey-colored eyes.
"Hmm…"
June, still catching her breath from the battle, wiped her forehead. "What? Are you going to tell me I was too slow, too weak, or too reckless?"
Agema smirked. "I was actually going to say that you've improved. But if you insist, I can always remind you of your flaws."
June frowned. "…No thanks."
Agema chuckled before crossing her arms. "But truly, your ice magic has come a long way.
You're controlling it better, shaping it more efficiently. I was worried that staff of yours would hold you back, but you've adapted well."
