Silas was still on his knees, his hands clamped around his own throat, as he was gasping and trying to free himself from the invisible force.
His face, covered with sweat, was looking very pale. It was starting to turn waxy grey. He was defenseless and can not perform any magic now.
The students in the lecture hall were all frozen with fear. Their faces were laced with terror as they watch Silas struggling. He was looking like someone who their spirit was about to leave their body.
Reynold's lips twisted into a small, cold smirk. Good.
He was enjoying the show. And he now know why Nymeria Xylaria is the cademy's star.. She was a badass and now she looked like a sovereign who had been offended and utterly indifferent to the pathetic suffering of the subject groveling before her.
To Reynold, the idiot Silas deserved worse. That slicing spell in the cafeteria was meant meant to seriously wound him. If not for Gwyn healing, the small cut would have been there on his cheek.
