Celine's Growth

Asura's hand grasped his weapon, the black spear primed to tear through the elf's chest. A feeling of satisfaction filled him when he thrust the blade forward.

However, the blade stopped, the elf's face filled with terror, the icy blue tip of Lumeris Nova centimetre from his flesh.

A bloody spot appeared on his exposed chest, with a single stream of blood dripping.

"Hmm?"

Asura turned his head, tilting it in confusion towards the delicate hand holding his spear. His devil's mantle attacked her skin with icy cold and blazing heat. Yet Celine's hand held the black shaft, stopping it from taking the elf's life.

"You can't kill him, Asura!" Celine's soft voice echoed while her palm alternated between red and purple, the surface starting to crack.

"Let go of my blade. He almost killed us both. Have you forgotten?"

"He is important for my mother and our kingdom!"