Why were they excited?
Didn't they look frightening?
But they had no time left to think about it.
In the final moments of their lives, they saw light and felt themselves becoming light as well.
Bzzzt—crack—
Arcs of electricity danced in Christa's eyes, her hair flying around her like a little demoness.
Under her control, several bolts of lightning streaked through the air and slammed into the lackeys.
Electric light blazed, illuminating even their skeletons.
The light faded after a few seconds, leaving the lackeys as so many lumps of charcoal. The smell of burning hung in the air.
Caris stiffly turned her head toward Christa, utterly dumbfounded.
The other customers and the young mermaids wore the same expressions.
No wonder Randall had remained unmoved at the end.
That little girl wasn't a little girl at all. She was a monster!
Faced with everyone's horrified stares, a hint of smugness appeared on Christa's little face.
She rubbed her nose, lifted her chin, and said to Caris:
"Hehe, big sis, pretty impressive, right?"
"Impressive. Absolutely... incredible!" Caris said blankly.
She suddenly remembered what Christa had said earlier. It had all been true—she really could wield such miraculous power!
Recalling how Christa had dealt with the lackeys, Randall sank into thought.
Come to think of it, being a mage seemed pretty satisfying too.
Hmm, I could find some time to work on that.
With that thought, he walked toward Christa.
At that moment, the customers snapped out of their daze. One by one, they edged toward the door, then bolted outside as fast as they could.
They had come to Fish-Man Island early precisely to avoid Randall, that walking disaster, hoping to slip into the New World while he was elsewhere.
Who could have imagined their luck would be so rotten that