Clowns
Klaus blinked, taken aback by the intensity of the war goddess's gaze. He had barely opened his eyes before she spoke staring daggers at him.
"How did you do it?" she asked her voice firm, curiosity clear in her tone.
"Huh?" Klaus mumbled, caught off guard.
"How did you know the arrows were coming? You're not a Saint yet, so you don't have divine sense. So how did you sense them?" she pressed, her eyes locked on his, demanding an answer.
Klaus chuckled lightly, scratching the back of his head. "Well, it wasn't really about seeing or sensing them in the way you're thinking."
The war goddess raised an eyebrow, waiting for more.
"It's the ice," Klaus continued. "I have a certain level of connection to the ice element, almost like feeling the air. When the mist spread, the arrows disturbed the ice particles. That's how I knew."