Chapter 116: Elemental Convergence (2)
The last slivers of Nero's frozen arc still glittered in the air, drifting slowly to the floor like falling glass.
Professor Gojo exhaled, eyes flicking toward the fading spell.
She clapped her hands once, then lifted a single finger.
"Now," she continued, smile curving upward, "let's look at the same problem, ice, from our eastern side."
She took one step into the center of the room.
No wand. No incantation. Just a glint in her eye and a breath drawn from deep within.
The air changed.
A gust swirled around her, as if the room itself had been waiting.
The temperature plummeted.
Frost bloomed across the polished floor in branching patterns, racing outward from her feet in elegant spirals.
Tiny motes of moisture shimmered into view, gathering above her palm, raw, crystalline threads, weaving together like silk in a loom.