In the tower, Sean, who had been standing perfectly still, slowly opened his eyes.
He raised both hands and slightly spread his palms. At the urging of his will, a crystalline, ruby-like mist slowly emerged and lingered in the center of his palms.
The mist-like magic was the same color as Pride's blood-red eyes, yet it seemed purer and more peaceful. Looking closely, one could see what seemed like specks of starlight hidden within the translucent mist, like a dark crimson Milky Way flowing silently across his palm.
Sean tilted his hand slightly, and the magic originating from Pride smoothly curled around his fingertips. He walked to the window and lightly tapped toward the night sky outside.
Against the black velvet curtain of the sky, a streak of red light flashed by in an instant, swift as lightning.
Even Sean, who had experienced countless bizarre events, revealed a look of astonishment. There was no other reason—it was far too smooth, far too effortless, no different from controlling his own magic. The difference was that, while using this power, Sean could clearly sense a feeling of rejection.
It was not that Sean and this magic rejected one another. Rather, the ordinary magic existing throughout this world was being driven away.
The magic he had just fired was like mercury, while the ordinary magic permeating heaven and earth was water. The two liquids were utterly incompatible, and the water had even provided a path for the mercury surging forward.
The ordinary magic in this world is yielding to the power I obtained from Pride... Sean came to a realization.
With a flash, he appeared outside, then flew in the direction where the red magic had been launched.
Before long, Sean saw the target that magic had struck.
A massive tree, so thick