"...002…?"
But as soon her stupor faded away, Eve's body tried to pull herself away from them, hands crawling until she made a sizable distance.
"...Stay back," she said hoarsely, one hand lifting slightly as ether condensed into it. She was ready to warp space again at any moment.
Aren's eyes narrowed as he took a loose stance, but this time he didn't advance forward.
"What are you talking about?" he asked instead. "What does '002' mean?"
Miu turned toward Eve as well, confusion written plainly across her face. "Yeah, and why did you call me that?"
Eve's gaze flicked between the two of them before lingering on Aren's gauntlet. The suspicion was still there, but something in her eyes told him the situation had changed.
He exhaled slowly, his breath fogging up from the cold as he cancelled the Art. The radiant gauntlet unravelled from his hand, dissolving back into strands of golden light before fading completely.
