Ronin walked out of Lurans's room and let out a deep breath.
On the way here, he had been worried something would go wrong and Elron's Magic wouldn't be able to purify his grandfather's Soul-Devouring Surge. Now, that weight was finally lifted from his shoulders.
"What were you and Grandpa talking about in there? You sounded so happy."
McKinney walked up and naturally took Ronin's arm. "We haven't heard Grandpa laugh so freely in a long time."
Kabil wanted to know, too.
It wasn't just the laughter. He had also just felt a powerful aura and a ripple of Magic emanating from the room. His intuition told him it was far beyond what a Golden Knight or a Senior Mage could produce.
He couldn't help but glance at Elron, who was standing nearby. 'Why would Ronin specifically bring a Light Attribute Mage here? Could it be...?'
