"I see..." Gladius replied, intrigue coloring his tone. His mind raced with possibilities, the tactician in him already considering how such a technique could be adapted or countered.
Could a similar principle be applied to protect allies rather than eliminate evidence?
The potential applications were as intriguing as they were disturbing.
As they conversed, Lyra emerged from the protective cocoon of ice-cloud Mana that had shielded her during the battle. The swirling mists dissipated around her, revealing her untouched form.
She moved swiftly towards Gladius, her steps filled with an eagerness that rivaled Arianna's own. However, her expression was solemn, tinged with a regret that seemed to age her beyond her years.
