Kira and Tengen found themselves caught in the eye of a storm, a clash between two living calamities.
One froze the world with her breath.
The other bent reality itself to her will.
And they were ants.
The first impact shattered the mountain's silence, and with it, the ground beneath their feet. Kira barely had time to grab Tengen's wrist before the shockwave hurled them through the trees like ragdolls.
By the time they crashed into the dirt, the two Alberlines had already crossed blades.
Serica's mirror shield unfolded in a burst of icy blue light, her body hunched low behind it. The temperature plummeted with each step she took, but her eyes remained cold, unblinking, emotionless.
"Hmph," the opposing Alberline scoffed, stepping through her own expanding aura. "That's your ability? I expected something… less disappointing."
Serica said nothing.
No reaction. No blink. No twitch of muscle.
Only a whisper.
