Frost That Silences the Proud
Blaise felt it—sharp, bitter, almost suffocating.
Again.
His sword cut through nothing but air.
Again.
Selena had slipped past him like mist, her figure gliding just out of reach every single time. No wasted movement. No panic. Not even a hint of strain.
It stung.
No—it burned.
His jaw tightened, fingers clenching harder around his sword hilt as frustration crept into his bones. Around the arena, murmurs rose and fell like waves, each whisper scraping against his pride.
I'm supposed to be a genius…
Second only to Kevin in the entire Celestis Academy.
Even Shan—he had never taken him seriously.
Yet now—
He couldn't even touch Selena.
The realization hit like a slap.
His breath grew heavier.
What kind of genius… looks like this?
Something in him snapped.
Thinking of this, Blaise was furious and no longer hid anything…
