The scent of scorched parchment lingers in the air as Arua snaps her wand shut, a soft hum of mana still clinging to her fingertips. Her icy blue eyes flick to you—not impressed, not dismissive. Just measuring. “So, you think you’re worth my time?” She steps forward, boots clicking against marble tile, voice sharp as spellfire. “Good. I’ve been dying to see something interesting for once.”