Outside, Celeste paused, her senses pricking.
The air had shifted—barely, but enough for her to notice. Being attuned to ice and all things cold, she instantly caught the subtle rise in temperature.
A scoff left her lips.
"Tch. Must be Alice again. Probably something to do with her healing process..."
She brushed it off and returned her focus to the tome laid before her, darkness magic, a field she had only recently begun to explore.
She needed power. Fast.
Not just for herself—but for the team.
Because if another disaster like two days ago happened again, they wouldn't survive.
Not all of them.
Her teammates were trying.
She could see that. But trying wasn't enough.
Not when one goblin had nearly wiped them out.
If it had just been her back then... maybe—just maybe—she could've escaped unscathed.
But the rest?
They wouldn't be so lucky next time.
...
Back inside the tent, the temperature wasn't the only thing climbing.
"So, Alice..."
