The Purple Lotus Descends
Shera's pupils shrank.
"That's impossible…"
The words tore out of him before he could stop them.
Maya's hand instinctively clutched her sleeve, long azure hair whipping wildly around her shoulders as the wind spiraled upward. Her sky-blue robes snapped in the violent current, the slit at her thigh fluttering against smooth skin, yet she stood firm, eyes locked on the man seated at the center of the storm.
Yaman's voice came out hoarse.
"Mana Blessings…?"
Someone whispered in disbelief—
"Epiphany on the spot…?"
Mike was stunned. His gray brows trembled as he looked at the sky in disbelief, then slowly lowered his gaze to Leon—who was already sitting cross-legged on the cold stone ground of the Amethyst Summit Division courtyard.
Everyone was shocked…
Shera's expression turned even uglier. His jaw clenched so tightly that veins stood out faintly along his temples.
"No. This is impossible…"
His voice dropped, thick and livid.
