Mikhail's back was covered in sweat as he made contact with Celine.
'What the he-'
The very next moment, she disappeared from his sight.
But before Mikhail could even register the move, he felt someone beside him.
"Hmm..."
Her face was so near him that he could feel her breath as her violet eyes peered into him.
It was as if he was being skinned mentally, layer by layer without even him realizing it.
That was the power of a Dominique.
Mikhail did not dare to move. More like his body couldn't even if he tried.
"Hmm..." Celine hummed, raising her hand.
Her delicate fingers touched Mikhail's cold cheek.
He felt their warmth despite it being as cold as a blizzard.
Celine ran down her fingers to the side of his face to his chin, before lifting his face up.
"I was right."
Her voice echoed in the silence of the ground, where everyone stood in shock.
Mikhail's clothes were now drenched in sweat.
Her mana field was so thick, it was making him suffocate.
