[A/N: I tried to experimenting with POV's in this chapter, might feel awkward to read, but idk how it turned out, anyway, just wanted to say that.]
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Just as the violet-haired attendant shifted his stance, ready to counter Reynold's charge, an odd emptiness brushed his senses.
Vearos was gone.
His pupils shrank to pinpoints.
"A domain…?" he whispered. "From that elf?"
There was no time to dwell on it.
Reynold was already in front of him.
Wary, he thrust out his palm, fingers curling as if crushing an unseen sphere. A dense wave of force blasted outward, heavy enough to flatten steel.
Reynold mirrored him. His own hand tightened into a claw-like arc.
BOOOOM!
The space between them warped violently. Two invisible forces collided, silent, yet loud enough to shake the hall with a pressure that felt like thunder held hostage.
His expression shifted for the first time.
