A powerful explosion took place!
The ground cracked like a shattered mirror. Dust, shattered ice and a frosty mist clouded the air. Shouts and screams noised within the courtyard.
The knights immediately rushed forward to help their comrades who were caught by the explosion. The weak servants hurried to the safety of the doors uncertain of how the situation suddenly turned terrible.
Dread filled Alaric's eyes, he gnashed his teeth and forcibly grabbed Heizea' collar, "What Have you done!!"
"I... I... " The woman was dazed. Eyes widening shock.
Alaric threw her to the side with a curse, letting her stumble to the ground, and hurried to the dispersing smoke. Anxiousness marred his expression. He begged the gods for the young master to be alright. Veins pulsed in his neck. Fear gripped his heart.
Rocks crushed under his boots as he rushed through the crowd of people.
Crackle!
Alaric winced. He recoiled when he felt a piercing sting brush past his face. However, it wasn't only him who thought it. So did the knights carrying their injured comrades. It was as if the air was filled with invisible needles, pricking their exposed faces and hands.
What is this?
Crackle!
There were tiny flashes of yellow if they would closely look. Flickering violent energy that appeared like dust in the air.
Golden sparks flashed in the air. They were faint but noticeable. The air turned still as silence filled the area. Everyone could sense it. Pure violent mana.
When the smoke completely vanished, a particular young man with pure-white hair and a thin Physique stood dumbfoundedly.
Alaric exhaled when he spotted Moulin; however, he abruptly froze in his place. Expression, stiffening and eyes, wide.
Shock filled Moulin's expression. An arm stretched out. A faint layer of gold and silver glow surrounding his hand. The crackle of chaotic electricity lashed out from his fingers. Moulin was breathing rapidly. His mind turned chaotic as numbness from his hand spreads out, climbing up his upper arm.
It was painful.
Suddenly, roaring thunderclaps filled the skies. Everyone who was astonished at the sight flinched at the sudden cry of the dimming atmosphere. Fearful expressions filled the courtyard. The place darkened almost instantly, enshrouded by the dark clouds and the flashes of violent lightning.
The sign only meant one thing.
Thud!
Thud! Thud!
A series of thuds filled the area. Knees dropping on the snow-covered ground. People are kneeling with serious yet anxious expressions. It was when every single person had submitted did Moulin notice. However, he could not entirely pay attention for the pain on his arm began to cloud his brain.
He purposely stiffened his arm and avoided touching it. The violent crackle of electricity was vicious and ruthless!
Suddenly, a shadow towered over Moulin's head. Moulin didn't have the chance to react when a rough hand abruptly held his agonized arm. Moulin gnashed his teeth at the spark of insufferable pain. He struggled, but one strong arm circled his waist from behind. A large stature bending to embrace the youth.
In an instant, Moulin recognized him.
"Be still..." Lord Hadrian's deep voice spoke beside his ear. He gently wrapped his fingers around Moulin's hand.
