Ãt Aestrea's words, Kael swallowed hard.
"…Hey," he muttered without looking away, his voice getting increasingly hoarse. "Why do I feel like I should apologize… for existing?"
Tyrian didn't answer immediately.
His eyes were fixed on Aestrea, pupils slightly shaking as he adjusted his barrier out of pure instinct, even though he knew it wouldn't matter.
"Those things…" Tyrian said slowly.
"...have a consciousness?"
The mimics reacted.
The Kael-copy roared and forced its body to move first, clearly panicking.
It clenched its fists, divine energy surging violently around it as it charged forward with a reckless swing aimed straight at Aestrea's head.
At the same time, Tyrian's copy raised its hands and began casting a layered spell array, trying to overwhelm Aestrea with pure volume.
"…Sloppy."
Aestrea sighed before taking slighly step to the side
Fwoop!
The Kael-copy's punch tore through empty air, missing by less than an inch.
