Unlike the others, Helen, the blonde girl, didn't think Nox had runesmithing skills from the start. The aura—this sensation—she could easily tell that these were her skills.
As she thought of this, the blonde girl took a step back, her confidence faltering. Panic swirled in her chest as she struggled to believe her own thoughts, but the longer she stood and watched Nox's fingers moving with purpose, the more the lingering doubts evaporated from her mind.
'H-how could he?' As she wrestled with her thoughts, she noticed something... something was different about the runes glimmering in the air. They were purer, more precise, filled with an energy that made hers appear inferior in comparison.
"You little bastard," Helen whispered. "What did you do to me?"