"W-What…?"
Momoko's eyes widened in stunned disbelief, her pupils twitching erratically.
Her lips trembled, parting just slightly, as if trying—and failing—to form words that would make sense of what had just happened.
Within a single breath, within the space of a blink, Kouhei had obliterated the snow golem she had painstakingly conjured using her formidable ice magic.
And that wasn't just any construct—it was her creation, one imbued with an overwhelming amount of magical energy, forged from the very pinnacle of her mastery.
She was the strongest ice wielder alive… and yet, her handiwork had been shattered without resistance. Without even a hint of struggle.
Kouhei hadn't even seemed to move.
That was the terrifying part.
It was as if the attack itself had existed outside of time.
And worst of all—Momoko never even saw it.
The golem's upper half had been severed at an angle so clean it looked like a sculptor's precise cut.
