Lyra's smile gained a cruel edge, her next words laced with a biting frost that seemed to chill the very air. Tiny ice crystals formed on the nearby flowers, a physical manifestation of the coldness in her heart.
"As for Zephyr... well, he can simply cry on Aria's shoulder to soothe his broken pride."
Mira stood frozen, the magnitude of Lyra's transformation finally sinking in. The gentle, compassionate friend she once knew had been replaced by this ambitious, power-hungry mage who seemed to care little for the bonds they once shared. The magical energy around them swirled chaotically, mirroring the turmoil of emotions between them.
"I..." Mira paused for a long moment, her mind racing.
She had come here for the sake of her sister, at least in her mind. She simply couldn't stand seeing her normally gentle, compassionate, and kind sister Aria be so distraught, so turbulent with her emotions because of Zephyr's cold indifference to everything.
