Caelum’s eyes flicked to the tossed bottle before returning to Lorraine, his expression unchanging but his thoughts calculating. Her words struck a chord, though he didn’t show it—he understood the reality of her warning. Trust wasn’t something he gave easily, but he also knew the value of...
Caelum’s expression remained composed, though his sharp gaze lingered on the pill in Lorraine’s hand, dissecting her words and the implications behind them. He gave a slight tilt of his head, his tone calm but edged with skepticism.
"An eastern foundation pill, huh? A shortcut to power that...
Caelum remained silent for a moment, his gaze shifting to Elizabeth as she tugged at his sleeve. Her words carried weight, a mixture of resolve and hesitation that tugged at something deeper within him. He studied her expression, searching for any lingering fear or uncertainty. When she...
Caelum tightened his grip on Elizabeth’s hand ever so slightly, steadying her trembling fingers in his own. He studied Matilda briefly, acknowledging the weight of her presence, and then turned his attention to Keith, his expression unreadable but for a faint furrow in his brow.
"I suppose I’m...
Lightbloom let out a soft chuckle, though it was devoid of humor. “If only it were that simple,” he said, his voice carrying a tinge of weariness.
He glanced at the horizon, the glowing sun casting long shadows across the landscape below. “This missing person… she’s not just lost. She’s...
Caelum crouched next to Elizabeth, his focus narrowing on her trembling form. His silver eyes softened as he reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Elizabeth," he said, his tone low but steady, "are you alright? Did his outburst harm you in any way?" His gaze lingered, scanning...
The wind rushed past Lightbloom as he adjusted his position on Fymae’s back, his grip firm yet respectful of the dragon’s movements. He let the question hang in the air for a moment, watching the horizon bathed in the amber hues of the setting sun.
“I’m searching for someone,” Lightbloom said...
Lightbloom’s brows furrowed slightly as he processed Fymae’s words. The Sage’s Festival? The name meant nothing to him, though the mention of a “Great Sorcerer” and a prize as grand as one’s heart’s desire piqued his interest.
“I can’t say I’ve heard of it,” Lightbloom admitted, his tone...
Caelum’s silver eyes flicked between Edward’s charged mana sphere and Elizabeth’s trembling form on the ground. The air was electric, brimming with malice and energy that hummed just beneath the surface of Edward’s poised attack. His words cut like a blade, but Caelum stood firm, refusing to...
Lightbloom straightened, brushing ash from his hands as his magic faded. He met the dragon's gaze with calm resolve, though his heart still raced from the encounter with the hunters.
"You’re welcome," he said, his voice steady but kind. "And yes, I am an elf—Lightbloom." He rested his staff...
Caelum remained calm, his silver eyes glinting faintly as the storm of Edward’s mana surged around him. He straightened his posture, refusing to flinch under the pressure. Instead, he allowed the mana in the room to wash over him, feeling its turbulence like a scientist observing a chaotic...
Caelum straightened up, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeves as he let Elizabeth’s words settle in the air. He noted her embarrassment but refrained from teasing her, focusing instead on the moment's progress. "Exactly. You’re starting to understand that guiding mana doesn’t mean forcing...