Artic approached slowly. The youngsters could not feel Artic because there is a big difference between youngsters and Artic. He started watching for a while and listening to young people swagging each other.
There were six people on both sides. The majority of the silver-dressed group was women. There was only one man in the silver-dressed group. also, He was the strongest. In the other group which green-dressed, the number of men and women was equal.
There was only one peak-level mystic among them. This young man was a tall man with black hair and a pretty look of facial features.
Artic felt something after listening for a while. His head suddenly turned into the silver-haired girl he had heard her first voice when he first saw the groups.
The silver-haired girl had a great deal of energy coming from her bag, which was hanged her shoulder. Artic thought within his mind.
«I wonder ?»
