Flora gulped while breathing hard as she sat back down on the floor and moved her hair away from her sweaty forehead.
Maverick stood there, not knowing what to do or say. This was the second time. No, the third time that he was seeing magic from this young lady that he had just met two days ago in the centre of an angry mob of Gibal citizens.
"Sorry. Does it make you uncomfortable?"
"What?" He looked down at her.
"The sorcery."
"No." He shook his head, then squatted again beside her. "It's just... There are hardly any magicians in Gibal or people with powers."
"There are none at all."
"Yes." He nodded, rubbing his head a little.
"Gibal doesn't think magical powers or sorcery exists, right?"
"Well–" He chuckled a little. "They can't say the same after these past two days. You used
