Silence.
Valeria's words carved through the courtyard like a blade. The revelation sank deep into the air, twisting every heartbeat into dread.
On Raven's side, the reaction was instant.
Clara's usually composed eyes widened, her lips parting as her hum faltered. "That can't be…"
Her hand hovered near her blade of light-vibrations, yet it trembled—not from fear, but from disbelief.
Illusions and vibrations could deceive, misdirect, confuse… but not if the opponent were untouchable.
Siris blinked once, then twice, before tilting her head with a lopsided smile. "So… wait. He's basically immune? Tch. That's cheating. That means I can't stab him…?"
Her voice dropped darkly, like a predator denied a hunt. "Unacceptable."
Lia gasped, her hands flying to her chest. "Raven, if that's true… you'll get hurt no matter what. You can't—"
Her vines twitched violently, sprouting at her feet like anxious nerves, but she forced them still, her gaze locked on him with open worry.
