Mai Mingle almost thought time had frozen solid.
'If it had really frozen, that would be for the best.' But she knew that wasn't the case. For some unknown reason, the few people in the clearing had simply fallen into a strange, blank moment of silence.
Damian stared blankly at his father. He let out a sudden, short laugh, but when he tried to speak again, not a single word would come out.
Kai Luonan tucked the pistol back into the waistband at the small of his back without a word—as if he had just played a card and was now patiently waiting for his opponent to respond.
'What card?' Mai Mingle couldn't figure it out.
'Is his pistol a particularly powerful Illusion? Is he warning Damian not to do anything reckless?'
But this was Kai Luonan. He had single-handedly founded one of Blackmoor City's most famous Family Factions. Surely he knew that Illusions were useless against Residents?
She wasn't the only one who was confused.
