Northern stood languidly before Tever, the latter's cold, deep eyes betraying a maelstrom of emotions raging within him.
It was as though he had been thrust into the eye of a storm before he even had the chance to discern its nature.
However, he knew at least one thing—Northern had unleashed his talent ability at the last moment.
From that, he deduced that this seemingly non-combative student was not adept at close combat. However, his sharp and swift movements were an anomaly among Drifters, especially those whose talents specialized in long-range combat.
Ice manipulation could be versatile, effective at both long and short range, depending on its potency and the wielder's proficiency. Yet, despite his superior speed, Northern had only dodged rather than attacked. That detail alone told Tever there was more to consider.
That was why he had decided where to mount his advantage—
Close combat.
