Aelius's eyes widened as he felt an immense surge of power flow through his body, his mana spiraling out of control. He tried to pull his palm from the ground, snapping his head toward Javier, only to find him already standing at the grill, acting completely innocent. Marcellus and Cedric were at the table, casually reaching for food as if nothing had happened.
The moment the magic had been cast, all three of them had vanished, leaving Aelius alone with the glowing gold coin and the massive golden wave now crashing toward their father.
"Ah..."
Aelius slowly rose to his feet. He brushed the sand from his knee with practiced composure, adjusted his glasses, and turned away with a deliberately calm stride, as if he had nothing to do with the towering golden wave that was now sweeping across the sea.
Guhhh...
His knuckles clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep his expression neutral.
Those three brothers!
I'm sure they planned this!
