Raviel leaned forward, arms crossed and staring straight into his eyes as if measuring the fear that lay hidden behind his calm expression.
"Richard," Raviel said, voice low and with a steady tone, "grabbing this magical boy will not be easy."
Richard swallowed hard. "He's just one boy."
"No," Raviel answered. "If he had been a normal boy with simple powers, that would be different. But he is a magical boy. Born with rare veins. Born with unique features. His abilities don't follow the limits of a common warrior or magician."
Richard frowned. "Unique powers… like what?"
Richard's heart tightened. "All that in an eighteen-year-old?"
Before Raviel could reply, a sudden surge of dark energy rolled through the room, like a cold wind. Richard instinctively stepped backward as the air grew thick. Akumo slowly rose from his stone seat. His old, weathered frame should have been weak-but once his power stirred, he looked like an ancient nightmare given breath.
