Every head turned upward at once.
Astrid floated high above them, her white hair billowing gently as a storm gathered around her.
Her face remained calm, but her eyes—those glacial, swirling blue eyes were filled with a fury so pure it made even the air tremble.
The temperature seemed to drop as her aura expanded, heavy and suffocating.
Mika's breath hitched. Nuri's entire body went stiff.
And slowly, almost mechanically, they both turned their heads upward to meet Astrid's gaze.
"Uh…" Nuri's voice cracked slightly. "Astrid...hold on, now, there's no need to be—"
She didn't get to finish.
With a flick of Astrid's wrist, glowing spears made of wind manifested in a circle around her and before anyone could blink, they shot straight toward Nuri.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
"AHHH! Wait! Wait, wait!"
Nuri shrieked, ducking and darting out of the way as the wind spears tore through the ground where she'd just been.
"Astrid! Stop! I was just joking!"
Astrid's eyes narrowed further.
