Just as Shiro is about to step through the door of the training room, Reana's voice stops him in his tracks.
Reana: "Wait."
Shiro turns his head slightly, his expression calm and collected.
Reana: "You didn't tell me… What's your conjure?"
For a moment, the room is filled with silence. Shiro, still facing away from her, smiles faintly. It's the kind of smile that doesn't reach his eyes—a smile that hides more than it reveals.
Slowly, he turns to face her, his blue eyes gleaming with an intensity that makes the air feel heavier.
Shiro: "My conjure?"
Reana watches him closely, expecting some kind of demonstration or explanation. But instead of answering, Shiro's eyes suddenly begin to glow—a bright, eerie blue, like a storm about to break.
Reana feels something shift in the atmosphere. Her heart races as she tries to figure out what's happening, but before she can react, a strange sensation washes over her. Her vision blurs, her thoughts becoming muddled.
Reana: "What…?"
She tries to speak, but the words never make it out of her mouth. The room spins, and darkness consumes her vision. The last thing she sees before everything goes black is Shiro's glowing eyes, locked on her, full of mystery and power.
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5 Hours Later:
Reana jolts awake, her body drenched in cold sweat. She blinks rapidly, trying to shake off the haze clouding her mind. As her eyes adjust, she realizes she's no longer in the training room. She's back in her bedroom, lying in her bed.
Reana: "What… what happened?"
She sits up, clutching the blanket tightly, her mind racing. She tries to recall the last thing she remembers—standing in the training room, asking Shiro about his conjure. But after that… nothing.
Reana looks around, confused and unsettled. There's no sign of Shiro, no indication of how she got back here. She checks her phone: 5 hours have passed since she last remembered being in the training room.
Her head pounds as she tries to piece together the missing time, but it's as if her memory of those hours has been wiped clean. She glances at her reflection in the mirror across the room, noticing something strange—her eyes feel different, as if she had just woken from a vivid dream she can't quite recall.
Reana: "What did you do, Shiro?"
She whispers the words to herself, still feeling the unsettling presence of his glowing blue eyes in the back of her mind. What kind of power does he hold? And why didn't he tell her?
Reana falls back onto her bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling both frustrated and intrigued. Whatever Shiro's conjure is, it's more powerful—and more dangerous—than she had ever imagined.