Chapter 124 Avatar of Harmony (2)
Meeting Room Floor 49, 9:17 AM, Atlantis Magic School
For two long minutes, their eyes locked—deep, unyielding gazes that seemed to pierce straight through to each other's souls. No words were spoken, no movement disturbed the heavy silence. The air was thick with unspoken tension, a fragile thread of emotion weaving between them. Dim light filtered in, casting soft shadows across Rinoa's face and revealing the glistening tears trembling on her eyelashes, ready to fall. Fitran, his jaw clenched in an anxious restraint, fought to contain the storm within, lips sealed around a silent hope for an answer. Then, slowly, Fitran's lips curled into a tentative smile—one fragile beacon of courage cutting through the uncertainty that enveloped them both.
Flash...!
With the swiftness of a striking lightning bolt, Fitran was suddenly at Rinoa's side. His motions were swift yet careful, each step measured as if balanced on the edge of a blade. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, a grounding touch meant to offer strength and reassurance. Urging her softly to sit, he masked the pounding of his own heart that echoed thunderously in his ears. Though Rinoa was fully aware of his presence, she remained frozen—her fingers clenched tightly in her lap, torn between the fog of confusion clouding her mind and the fragile thread of consciousness holding her steady.
Leaning in, Fitran whispered close to her ear, his voice hoarse but earnest, carrying a fragile hope through the quiet room,
"Don't lie, Rinoa."
Suddenly, a fierce blaze of anger erupted within Rinoa's chest, overtaking the fear that had gripped her moments before. With a surge of wild energy, she unleashed her air magic in a devastating explosion that shattered the stillness of the room. Fitran and everything around them were hurled backward, as if the tension between them had finally broken through every physical barrier.
Bruagh!
Chairs splintered and tables toppled, their fragments scattering like leaves caught in a storm. Scrolls, books, and loose papers spiraled through the air, carried by the chaotic whirlwind of Rinoa's fury.
"Ugh!" Fitran groaned, his voice ragged as he lifted his head from the debris, heart pounding wildly against his ribs. His eyes, clouded with shock, slowly met hers.
"Why do you always act like this whenever we meet?" he asked, his tone heavy with doubt and confusion. The question hung in the air, heavy like the dust settling around them, reflecting the turmoil etched deep into his furrowed brow.