End Of Semester (XII)

"Fuuu..."

Aestrea exhaled slowly.

The moment his breath left his lips, the air froze.

Frost crackled beneath his feet, creeping outward, coating the blackened stone with a thin layer of ice.

The molten heat of the cavern hissed against it, creating a sharp contrast—the frozen breath of death against the burning lungs of a monster.

And yet, Aestrea stood still. Unmoving. As if the battle around him was nothing.

His glowing, cold blue eyes locked onto the fire golem, and then—

Without turning his head, without even looking at her—

"Heal yourself for now."

Zeva blinked.

A moment of silence.

Then, her lips twisted into a scowl.

"Hah? The fuck are you saying, dumbass? We fight together!"

Aestrea didn't react.

His face remained blank.

His voice—flat.

"Just do it."

Zeva clenched her fists, gritting her teeth at his cold tone.