Mabel's lips pressed into a firm line, her sharp eyes scanning Liam—not just his weapon, but his posture, the rhythm of his breathing, the unsettling calm in his expression. It wasn't arrogance. No, this was something far more dangerous.
It was certainty.
With a faint shimmer, her Invisibility spell dissolved like dust caught in wind. Her dark ponytail shifted with the motion as she stepped forward. Her arms hung relaxed at her sides, but every inch of her frame was coiled with silent tension.
"Was there a reason for that stunt?" she asked, voice low and edged with steel. "You just attempted to strike a member of the Queen's Corps. That's not something taken lightly."
Liam tilted his head slightly, unbothered. "Attempted?" he echoed. "Tell me—how exactly does a high-tier 5-star threaten a mid-tier 7-star? Does that even make sense to you?"
Mabel blinked once. He was right—and more impressively, he'd assessed her strength in a single glance using Mystsense.
