Lyra continued.
"You must maintain the layer while your mind is focused on other things. Movement. Attacks. Threats."
She lifted her chin slightly.
"Most people lose the technique the moment pressure appears."
Arthur looked at her calmly.
"So you're going to test it."
"Yes."
She raised her fist again.
Arthur simply grinned.
"Alright."
Lyra raised an eyebrow.
"That confident?"
Arthur shrugged.
"You told me to trust you earlier."
Lyra nodded slowly.
"And?"
Arthur's grin widened.
"Now you should trust me."
Lyra chuckled softly.
"Bold."
Arthur spread his arms slightly.
"Come on then."
Lyra's smirk returned as she tightened her fist.
"Let's see if you really got it."
Arthur stood ready, the thin layer of mana still flowing across his skin like a quiet current.
The air in the training hall felt tense again.
Lyra rolled her shoulders once.
Then she stepped forward.
Arthur didn't move.
His eyes stayed calm. And his smile didn't fade.
"Go ahead," he said.
