Nathan followed Livia's steps across the ice, his breath still forming thin clouds in the cold air. He'd noticed for a while now that her gaze was never truly empty—like her mind was quietly weaving something together.
Suddenly, Livia glanced to the side. "I have a good idea."
Nathan raised a brow. "What idea?"
"Your skill… it's Optimal Devouring, right?" Her voice was flat, but her eyes narrowed slightly.
Nathan stopped in his tracks. "How do you know about that?"
Livia didn't answer right away. She stepped two paces closer, the faint haze of her aura curling around Nathan like mist. "The Savior told me."
Nathan let out a slow breath, his lips curling into a crooked smirk. "…Sure she did."
Livia crossed her arms—an unconscious movement that pushed up and emphasized the caramel-colored curves beneath the thin fabric. She stood casually, but her gaze stayed locked on Nathan. "In that case…" she said softly, "how about you eat the monster's core?"
