{IRIS}
My face paled.
Right.
I had almost forgotten about that part.
Damn it.
"What was that?" he asked.
"N-Nothing."
His eyes remained fixed on me.
Unblinking.
Patient.
Far too patient.
"So," he said slowly, "what exactly is your plan?"
"P-Plan?"
A vein visibly throbbed near his forehead.
The glow in his eyes intensified.
I immediately realized I had said the wrong thing.
"Your plan," he repeated through gritted teeth, "for healing me."
Each word sounded like it was costing him a tremendous amount of self-control.
"Oh."
I laughed nervously.
"That plan."
His stare somehow became even more terrifying.
"W-Well..."
I carefully took a step backward.
"I need to manifest my arcane first and then—"
Suddenly, a hand wrapped around my throat.
I gasped.
Cold.
An unbearable cold seeped into my skin and bones.
One moment Sol stood several feet away.
