Fizzarolli X Blitzo Novels & Stories

The air seemed to vibrate with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words, as if the very act of destroying the knife had become a declaration of intent, a statement of my capabilities “Bold of you to assume we have provoked them at all.” Blaze said. My eyebrow arched upward in a subtle, inquiring gesture. “Cryomancers never attack unless provoked, it’s not in their nature.” My response was measured and neutral, carefully calibrated to avoid any hint of sarcasm or provocation. Blaze's reaction, however, was telling. His eyes, those piercing, intense orbs, betrayed a flicker of concern, a glimmer of worry that he couldn't quite conceal.