"Mhm…"
Aestrea thoughtfully looked at the sword in his hands, slowly rotating it as the faint hum of divinity pulsed along its edge.
The sword seemed almost eager, swallowing the ambient mana around it without restraint.
"Should I test it out?" he muttered, just loud enough.
Then, very deliberately, he turned his head toward the two of them.
Everything went silent.
Pure, suffocating silence.
Kael was the first to react.
"NOPE," he said immediately, scrambling backward on the stone floor. "Absolutely not. I refuse. I am not part of this test. I am a civilian."
Tyrian opened his mouth to say something reasonable.
But instead...
"WAIT WAIT WAIT—!" he yelped, immediately copying Kael and jumping back as well.
"Let's talk this through! Calm discussion! No sudden movements! That sword deletes gods, Aestrea!"
Aestrea tilted his head slightly.
"…You're both retreating."
"That's called survival instinct!" Kael snapped.
"You should try it sometime!"
