The rain had slowed down a bit. Although it was still enough to drench anyone who dared to walk underneath it, the winds were no longer so violent that an umbrella could not be used.
Stark was walking back home, using the stolen umbrella to protect himself from the rain. Jade was beside him, both of them with one hand on the umbrella's rod.
He kept his eyes on the stone path that led up to the city, watching as the raindrops bounced on the stone, and how the shallow water washed over his foot—but his mind was elsewhere.
'Fa Jin hun?'
He could still feel the electric tingles that had danced across his skin the moment that force neared him, and on his cheek was a red burn from the lightning.
It was a terrifying power, but that was not what fascinated Stark.
He had not sensed even a drop of mana from that attack. It was not a spell, neither was it a magical attack. It was something else.
Something that Stark wanted to get his hands on at all costs.
