As he breathes out consecutively, the air puffs into a shallow mist of cold wind. Even though the day is as clear as the sun without any hail, the temperature drops by a minimum of frosting degrees. Aran lifted up his body while panting really hard. He sheathed the black blade and started walking towards the area that he blew up from unleashing a powerful spell.
"If he is that powerful, then we might have a chance on beating the big three..." Mahrisse figured that since Aran is hiding that much of a power, they would have a chance on standing between the other branches of the Fosier Academy. However, Aran is not exactly well-versed with his abilities either.
"We can't..." Lisa countered her. Mahrisse turned her eyes to Lisa and she noticed that it was filled with sadness.
