Perspectives (2)

"Frey…"

He appeared out of nowhere, standing before Feyrith without the slightest trace of fear.

At first, the very thought of him fighting Feyrith terrified me.

I could already picture the moment Feyrith would kill him. That's why I begged him to run.

But what happened next… was beyond my wildest imagination.

Everything changed the moment he drew that sword.

That chilling coldness—that overwhelming pressure… it was as if he had become someone else entirely.

He faced Feyrith, a monster whose power had grown exponentially—one-on-one.

In that moment, he surpassed even First Rank Snow Lionheart, stronger than most second and third-year students.

From the very beginning, he had the upper hand.

Even when he was suppressed, even after enduring countless wounds… his stance never wavered.

It was as if everything was moving according to his rhythm—from start to finish.

Feyrith was dancing in the palm of his hand.