"Adad," Ryuji muttered, his voice steady as he worked to regulate his aura. A faint chill swept through the air—cold, slow, and almost prickling.
Elara shivered slightly before sneezing, her expression scrunching up in mild irritation. "It's like Anna's skill," she said, sniffling. "It doesn't exist but still manages to mess with you—achoo!"
Ryuji tilted his head, absorbing her words as Anna delivered a light, frustrated smack to the back of Elara's head. "Stop sneezing on purpose," Anna chided, though her tone carried more exasperation than actual annoyance.
Anna leaned closer to Elara, lowering her voice to an almost inaudible mutter. "Aura does exist. Mine just doesn't… manifest visibly. What they're doing is releasing their Rasvian energy—channeling it through their emotions. It's called Tusalè," she explained softly her accent slightly shifting to match the word, her words precise and measured.
