...
'He's keeping up with Cedric's pace… almost equally. That's not level 2 movement.'
Elbow's eyes narrowed further.
'could it be... he's Level 3?'
–BOOM!
–BANG!
Each clash shook the forest ground, dust rising in waves.
While everyone was focused on the scene—what looked like an angry older brother trying to grind his younger sibling into fertilizer—Seraphina watched silently from the sidelines. Arms crossed, brow furrowed, her tail twitching in mild irritation.
"…Why isn't he attacking?" she muttered under her breath.
From her perspective, her Master was clearly stronger than Cedric—despite the visible gap in their official levels. He had the speed, the control, and a clear view of every movement. So why hold back?
"Because doing that would just make him angrier."
Seraphina's ears twitched at the voice beside her. She turned her head swiftly, eyes wide, as she spotted a figure standing right next to her.
"YOU—!"
