Theron's eyes narrowed as he appeared around the wall, another cloud of crimson appearing beneath his feet as he slammed down.
It was then the three Core Disciples finally got a good look at this so-called Demon Chosen, but rather than a face, all they saw was an icy mask of silvery blue sparkling beneath the sunlight.
Everything about Theron was as chilly as night's air, a frost hanging in the air with such menace it made the hairs that stood on end freeze over themselves.
"Silver Mancer?"
They all spoke out those words at the same time, their eyes widening. Quite frankly, they couldn't believe what they were sensing. How could a Silver Mancer display this level of strength?
Or, could it be…
Despite their thoughts, their reactions weren't slow. And that was especially so for Ilyssia, who had quickly begun to form hand seals, an amulet around her neck dancing in the wind, lifting up to radiate outward with a light of white gold.
