Ray stood at the centre of the frost, his breath hitching as the memories of the Far East War threatened to resurface. He looked at his hands, still trembling from the cold he commanded.
"Die, elite filth!" the assassin roared, unleashing a torrent of dark flames.
Amelia stared at him, her breath hitching in the chilled air. "Ray... who are you really?" Hyouken no Majutsushi ga Sekai wo Suberu: Sekai...
He lowered his gaze, the blue fading back to a quiet, unassuming grey. "Just a student, Amelia. One who’s tired of the cold."
The world went silent. The dark flames didn't just extinguish; they turned into delicate glass sculptures of soot and ash, shattering into dust. The ground beneath the assassin’s feet blossomed into a forest of jagged ice pillars, pinning him instantly. Ray stood at the centre of the frost,
Suddenly, the air pressure shifted. A jagged rift tore through the space above the arena, bleeding violet shadows. This wasn't a training exercise. An Anti-Magic extremist—an assassin from the Eugenics faction—stepped through, casting a massive, obsidian-black spell circle that instantly drained the heat from the courtyard.
As the other students froze in terror, Ray’s eyes turned a piercing, frosted blue. The "Ordinary" facade shattered. He didn't reach for a staff; he simply snapped his fingers. "" Amelia stared at him, her breath hitching in the chilled air
Ray offered a small, practiced smile. "I'll try my best, Amelia."
