They walked in silence for a while after Ophélia walked away. The path along the east side of the grounds was narrower than the main one and lined with low bushes covered in small white flowers. There was no one else around that area.
Takeshi waited.
Clearly, Nyx was processing something, because she had spent almost two minutes walking forward without saying a word.
'Though I'm not sure whether she's processing the Ophélia thing or what happened earlier.'
Eventually, Nyx spoke, but not about what he expected.
"What Ophélia did wasn't elemental magic."
Takeshi looked at her. The earlier tension had been pushed aside by an expression of concentration.
"I noticed."
He replied.
"There wasn't any visible element produced."
"It's not just that. When someone converts internal energy into fire or water, there's a transformation process you can perceive, even slightly, like heat, pressure, or a change in the air, but what Ophélia did had none of that."
