Boom!
Just as Samael frowned beneath the pavilion, lost in thought, a dull explosion erupted from a corner of the courtyard. Violent airwaves carried billowing smoke in every direction, sending grass clippings and dust swirling through the sky. Even the ground and houses shook without cease.
Within the howling Aether turbulence, the four little ones playing cards at the stone table—Freya, Barghest, Merlutsyn, and Bavangshi—reacted first by protecting their hands and the table.
At the same time, three pairs of eyes focused on one person without prior agreement.
Tch, no fun...
Under everyone's gaze, Bavangshi awkwardly released the table leg she had been clutching and gloomily picked up the cards scattered across the ground.
After a brief pause, the four faeries did not even blink as each secretly calculated the cards in play and her next move.
Tsk, failed again...
The ancient serpent shook his head and muttered, calmly sipping tea as though he had long grown accustomed to it.
Buzz...
At that moment, the spreading disturbance activated the Ogham Script and Runic Glyphs inscribed throughout the courtyard. Three layers of light rings lit up in succession, containing the aftershocks within a fixed area.
Next, Aether Factor in the air gathered, and several whirlwinds spiraled up from the thick smoke, tearing apart and absorbing the dust and remnants of the explosion.
After skillfully clearing away the aftermath, the Witch at the scene casually lowered her hands and walked down from the magecraft workshop that had been reduced to ruins.
The sun shone brightly and the breeze blew softly. Those in the courtyard who should have been drinking tea drank tea, and those who should have been playing cards played cards. Everything was so peaceful.
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