Ray stood at the centre of the frost, his breath hitching as the memories of the Far East War threatened to resurface. He looked at his hands, still trembling from the cold he commanded.
Ray offered a small, practiced smile. "I'll try my best, Amelia." Hyouken no Majutsushi ga Sekai wo Suberu: Sekai...
"Die, elite filth!" the assassin roared, unleashing a torrent of dark flames. Ray stood at the centre of the frost,
He lowered his gaze, the blue fading back to a quiet, unassuming grey. "Just a student, Amelia. One who’s tired of the cold." practiced smile. "I'll try my best