Velren cast a quick glance toward Eterna. The two teams she had interrupted were already back on their feet, regaining their composure.
Should he rush over there and back her up?
Then again…
She was weird, sure. But she wasn't reckless. Even if it looked like she had thrown herself straight into the chaos, Velren had a feeling she knew exactly what she was doing. She doesn't look like the type to charge in blindly without a plan.
'Still… if she asked, I would've helped, you know…'
"Where are you looking?!"
A voice snapped him back to the present.
The ice-wielding student from the last team had already taken the initiative, launching a jagged spike of frost straight at him.
Velren didn't move. The attack struck—only to pass through his body, phasing harmlessly through the illusion left behind.
"What—?!"
Before the boy could fully register what had happened, Velren was already descending from above, with his katana poised for a clean strike.
Too slow.
This was his win—!
