After killing Rose, I decided to take a breather and sat down on my ice. Her words still echoing in my head and my seething anger unable to calm itself down. I couldn't understand why everyone talks so badly about Cera. The only person who has been genuine with her is Celest. I looked down at my hand that was still shaking because of the built-up frost from my attack.
I didn't know I had a limit. Not only that, but I also got stabbed in the middle of that fight. I stood up and covered myself in mist before pulling out the dagger and stabbing it near Rose's missing head. Blood splashed out and I cringed with pain before freezing my shoulder and part of my arm and heading home.
I looked back to make sure I wasn't leaving a trail of blood behind and continued running within the mist I was creating, so people wouldn't see me. As soon as I arrived at our courtyard, I looked at my wound again, expecting blood to gush out as soon as I released my ice, but the wound was closed.
