The training ground was unnervingly silent now. The rush of other teams had already faded into the distance, leaving behind only Luca's group standing in the wide, barren expanse. Dust still lingered faintly in the air, stirred by the hurried departure of their peers, and the quiet that followed pressed down like an invisible weight.
Eric broke it first, his brows knitted, his arms folded as his sharp eyes locked onto Luca.
"Why did you stop?" His voice carried a mixture of impatience and curiosity.
Selena's gaze followed, cool and probing, while the Saintess tilted her head ever so slightly, the silver strands of her hair catching the sun, her expression calm but questioning.
Luca met their eyes evenly before answering. "Let's not dash like others. We should think more before moving."
The Saintess gave a small nod, her calm acceptance carrying a quiet authority. Selena, however, frowned, her eyes narrowing as a hint of urgency tinged her voice.
