As the best friend of a prodigy and one herself, Tisane had seen her fair share of absurdity.
This… wasn't one of them.
'What was that? When did he move?'
She blinked profusely before turning next to her friend– Thalia.
Surprisingly, the monster of her Knight friend had the same expression.
Tisane gulped and glanced back at Luca.
'What the fuck is he?' She wondered, nearly spilling her thoughts out in the process.
But could it be helped?
She was certain she wasn't the only one thinking it.
Her mind churned. It spun in overdrive as if trying to decipher the world's hardest equation.
Then a memory played.
'Wa– Was he serious? Synchrony isn't the only thing?'
"Tisane."
She looked up to find her friend squeezing her fists hard with a sharp, boiling look on her face.
She frowned.
"Thalia, are you serious?"
"Yes." She said with a wild grin. "It can not be anyone else. He is the one."
Tisane turned to Thalia again.
