Everyone looked curiously on to see what Ceraun would do, the air unbearably tense.
Ceraun had been calmed considerably by Adrik but the irritating grey haired Mage had made him plunge head first in the black fire that Ethel’s presence had lighted up in him.
He glanced at the grey haired Mage and held his gaze, bottomless black eyes intense.
Orian frowned, moving his weight from one leg to another, something felt off.
The scarred Mage was obviously split seconds away from using his magic and yet his eyes had not started to glow, that could not be right.
Gale had also caught onto this, his eyes widening briefly, Ethel was just pleased, he never failed to disappoint her.
Ceraun had also snagged Firn’s full attention, the silent Mage pushing his hair back from his face to see better, ey
