Rachel's scream came first.
"AH! NGH! THIS...THIS IS NOT!"
Her voice broke apart inside the cocoon, rough and strained.
The gentle warmth she always carried was gone, replaced by pure pain.
"I'M FINE!" she shouted a second later, forcing the words out.
"JUST... DON'T... LOOK AT ME!"
Several disciples paled.
Then came Valtor.
His cocoon rattled like it was about to explode.
"RAAAGH! DAMN IT!" He roared.
"WHO MADE THIS?! THIS IS BULLSHIT!"
The shout echoed through the hall.
"IT'S BURNING! IT'S TEARING! I'LL KILL...NO! I'LL KILL EVERYONE AFTER THIS!"
Some disciples flinched outright.
One muttered, "That one's… personal."
And then...
Seira.
Her voice cut through the room... low, sharp, and filled with pure venom.
"…Unacceptable."
The temperature dropped.
"I refuse," she hissed. "I REFUSE!"
Her scream followed, raw and furious.
"DON'T YOU DARE... LOOK DOWN... ON ME!"
The icy cocoon cracked with sharp sounds as frost spread across the floor.
