"Let's talk."
I said it plainly as my eyes locked onto hers.
She glared back at me—again. Or maybe she'd been glaring this whole time and I was only now noticing it properly. Hard to tell with her. That cold stare was practically carved into her face whenever she was looking at me.
Without waiting for a response, I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the room. But the moment we were out, I cast Sloth on her again. Just to be safe.
Alongside that, I used Durathiel's strange ability to block mana flow—cutting off not just her mana, but her prana too, just in case. I didn't push it too far; I didn't want to fully assimilate with Sloth. But honestly, I didn't need to do much. She already seemed weakened.
Probably Nevia's spell, I figured. Getting tossed not just into another world, but into a different timeline altogether… that had to leave some aftereffects. It had done a number on Leon, after all.
