Isolde pointed subtly toward the cliff on the opposite side, far in the distance. Yami swept her gaze with the monocular toward that precipice, where she could see the leader of the lords standing in a nonchalant manner with one hand in his pocket.
Currently, he was looking intently at his other hand, which held what looked like a large magic globe made of blue energy that kept pulsing and vibrating.
Beside this leader was an open, ominous black box that was just tall enough to reach past his waist. The aura emanating from the lord, the globe in his hand, and the box on the ground was suffocating.
At that moment, Isolde spoke. "I really don't know what kind of magic or power that lord is using on them. But it is scary, mama. He hasn't moved an inch from there since this battle began. All I saw him do was throw that weapon at the boy you call Cedric."
