Rise watched this, taking this all in.
Kamille lifted his gaze and darkly looked at Epsilon, whose expression was filled with shock.
"I want to kill you, but you have so many uncertainties in you. I'll spare you this time. However..." Kamille narrowed his eyes, and the mana around him surged according to his mood. "There's no next time."
Epsilon was the author's card; no one knew what disaster was wrapped within him. It was better to be cautious. Kamille expected to feel something, as Rise was so anxious about this. And yet... He only felt indescribable rage.
If he were a second too late... Kamille's jaw clenched, and his arm around Rise tightened even further. The wind had kept up and surrounded the whole training ground to the point that the spectators were also barred from entry.
"Calm down, Niftan."
