Laughter After the Storm
"Senior Brother!"
Shera stiffened midair.
Leon's voice carried across the open sky of Amethyst Summit Division, light and cheerful—almost friendly.
Leon continued cheerfully.
"Take care on the way back!"
"Be careful not to fall!"
"You're always welcome to visit Amethyst Summit Division when you have time!"
For a moment—
silence hung in the air.
Then several disciples nearly choked trying not to laugh.
Some covered their mouths.
Others looked away, shoulders trembling.
Even the elders struggled to keep straight faces.
Shera's body trembled violently.
For a moment—
his flying posture actually faltered.
His foot slipped slightly in midair.
He almost fell.
The humiliation was so intense that it felt like someone had driven a blade straight into his heart and twisted it slowly.
To kill him outright would have been merciful.
Leon's words—
were torture.
Pure torture.
And far more painful than any weapon.
