Love Von Agres stared at him, her body subtly tense, lips parched as if the very breath had been stolen from her lungs.
The invisible golden chains still restrained her limbs, holding her firmly in place.
Her voice finally broke the silence, soft yet razor-sharp.
"How...? How did you do that to me?"
Arthur's expression remained composed, regal even, as he replied smoothly.
"Take a guess."
She bit her lip so hard a trickle of blood ran down her chin.
'I can't believe I actually thought it was a baseless rumour spread by his family just to avoid explaining his absence when the academy term began.'
She swallowed hard. 'Even if I try to convince myself it was just gossip, the man in front of me is undeniably Elite rank.'
Love couldn't meet his gaze. 'Is that even possible? He was an Expert barely a month ago... and now Elite? The same Elite that's the peak of humanity?'
She released a faint, breathless chuckle and slowly lifted her gaze to meet his. "Monster..." she whispered.
