When they glowed, they started to jam their hands in their pockets and obtained a small pouch. Opening, they retrieved their weapons that deemed the same intimidation as their auras today.
'Is this some dimension storage? That's fascinating.'
Her eyes lit up, ogling at the sight of their pouches. They smirked at first glance but scrutinized slowly the second time around. Only to find out what she was far more interested in.
All of them revealed grimace in their faces, unable to comprehend her train of thoughts.
Unbeknownst to them, Anasthasia clouded her vision as she thought of different theories and possibilities of how this invention came to life. These things piqued her interest though Blake's constant beckons dragged her back to reality.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I got lost in my thoughts."
"You sure do. Have you... taken a liking to their weapon?"
'I can see their weapons on display as well. Though I get the gist of it, I don't know the specifics.' Thereon, she nodded as she agreed to his every word.
"I told you so, Miss Ana." Blake sighed, placing his hands at the back. "I'm sure with your specialty, and you should be able to sense their immense powers."
Anasthasia could feel the breeze brush past her. She didn't budge as she stared at their stature—their clothes fluttered, and their bodies turned aglow—which gave them a dignified figure.
She faced Brenov as she ought to ask him a question, "Then, what happened to Daniel back then?"
"He resorted to his emotions. It was done out of rage."
Daniel howled, "It's more than that, Brenov!"
"Not that I'm lying, either." He then gave a light shrug.
Anasthasia could feel their sudden tension as though at any moment, imminent bloodshed would occur in front of her eyes. They both clicked their tongues and looked away from each other.
'These fools...' She giggled in silence and then eyed Blake, whose eyes seemed to gleam brightly.
"Is something wrong, Blake?"
"No, Miss Ana. I just wanted to ask what's your evaluation in this group."
"I must say these are a group of monsters raised here," Anasthasia stated objectively, pressing her hand to her cheek.
"I'm glad you have good eyes, Ana." Daniel flashed his smug grin.
"Just as we expect of His Highness, Prince Daniel, as he carefully picked us in his team."
Anasthasia eyed sideways, noticing how Charlotte huffed out and flipped her hair after she muttered. She couldn't help but cross her arms and jeered at her.
"Oh? I thought this was just a group of high nobles who think of themselves worthy of being around with the royalties." Anasthasia jeered at Charlotte, which she then had red puffy cheeks and eyebrows knitted in rage.
"The prince doesn't need nobility status for as long as they have the promising talent and unlimited potential. So I beg to disagree as we have two people who are from the commoner's circle—"
"You seem to have problems with the commoners; check your tone." Her eyebrows arched to dangerous heights as her words continued to drip with spite, "Even how you addressed 'these people' as commoners themselves, are you proud as a team or…?"
Charlotte wanted to launch in rage, but Russell held her by the arm, restraining her advance. His plum eyes glistened—deep concern all over him, which had her stumped and harrumphed.
"Let go of me, Russell!"
'What kind of development is this? I can't wait to see how this turns out.'
"This is just orientation, Blake?"
Blake bobbed his head from her question. "You should be able to check their weapons and their abilities."
"Well, not that I'm familiar with these. Might as well guide me?"
Their eyes rounded from her utterance, they all glanced at each other, and it didn't take long for Daniel to burst out of laughter, hugging his stomach tight. The rest hopped on and jived at his reaction.
Blake clasped his hand, creating a thunderclap. "Silence!" He bellowed with his stern tone enough to stagger them, "Such foolish act, Your Highness!"
Daniel stood as though he was frozen solid, unable to look at his eyes directly. "Y—Yes, Master…"
"You're his master as well?" Anasthasia mused, pointing her hands to Daniel. On the other hand, he let the silence take its course.
"So much for that, I'll let Brenov give a brief explanation from their abilities."
Brenov cleared his throat and gestured his arms to Russel. "Mr. Silverbow is an augmenter, he can fight close range, but he prefers things done in a long distance. His primordial affinities are wind, water, and electricity."
'Now that's quite a long weapon, albeit closer to his upper torso length, and he made it easy to carry.'
Anasthasia glanced, again, at how golden the intricacies found on the long barrel's linings despite how the grey metallic surface sheened with intensity.
"That's cool to hear that he can do close combat. I thought he only uses that—"
"—Rifle," Blake added.
"Yes, a rifle, that is. Although I'm curious what sorts of weapons he can do in close combat, I thought he'd use a bow or the like—"
From her innocent remarks, Russell chuckled softly. "Rest assured, Miss Ana. I do know how to use a bow—" But he grunted in pain as Charlotte hit his side with her elbow.
Anasthasia tittered from their reaction, which had Charlotte flushed her cheek with crimson shade. "What about Charlotte?"
"Miss Ana, I take pride in myself as an evoker; unlike Russell, I specialize in summoning."
"Oh, a summoner." She propped her palm underside of her chin as she hummed. "That's amazing. To what extent can you do?"
Charlotte held her left palm to her right elbow as she peered down. "Well, I can summon familiars that would aid into the fight."
"Do you have any primordial affinities?"
"I'm confident all of them are balanced."
"So you're granted access to most familiars, I assume?"
Anasthasia tapped her shoe monotonously, pressing her lips thin. "Are your familiars bound by a contract?"
"I beg your pardon? A contract?"
"Miss Ana, the ones you're looking for are quite rare these days. The new breed of evokers have coalesced to specific primordial power and summoned into a familiar under the owner's command." Brenov prattled, which had Anasthasia nod in response.
Seeing her meek smile, Anasthasia squinted her eyes as she contemplated, 'The path of summoners changed through the test of time. Back in the day, it was all contracted beasts of the closest affinity and sealed within their bodies—part of their sea of consciousness.'
"My, isn't that quite of a thick grimoire in your hand?"
"Yes, Miss Ana."
"Such a high-quality leather with steel alloy spine at that. Those edges glimmered… Such radiance deluded my vision."
"You have one meticulous pair of eyes, Miss Ana. I live for those praises." Her pupils flared in passion, and slender fingers grazed over the grimoire's cover. "These are special gemstones engraved and molded in this to enhance its quality."
"It's worthy of praise, I can tell you that much. Anyway, what about Chloe's, Blake?"
"Chloe's powers are a lot of specials. I'm not sure how you should be able to classify her powers."
"If it's that hard, we can try it today and see where it would take us—"
"But before that, Miss Ana. It's only fair for us to ask of you to reveal what your powers are." This time, Russell stepped forward, holding out his arm.
"I'm just a magician."
"We aren't that dumb, Ana." Daniel scrunched up his face with his voice dripping with satire, "I hope you'd be so kind as to tell us who you are."
The spirit of awkwardness loomed the area once more.
Brenov looked on both sides then scratched his head, resounding the silent place. "It would be better if you showed them your weapon."
'Do they classify and so particular with the weapon used? I'm confused.'
"You all see me cast barehanded. What's with that?" Anasthasia quipped.
"Exactly, it's weird!" They all shouted in chorus, which shuddered her.
Chloe's high pitched voice rang as she asserted her claims, "Miss Ana, you also cast without any magic arrays, but we never hear you utter a word!"
"I don't even know, at this point. Maybe you'll get the gist of it." Anasthasia heaved a deep sigh and facepalmed. "Blake, do you have any idea what to tell them?"
"Well, I do. But I'm not sure if they can take it well—"
"No! No! Could you keep that in our vault? What I want you to tell them is something they can comprehend at their level."
They all perceived it as an offensive remark, which had them protest, but Blake moved in one swift motion. "Everyone listen. Even Miss Ana would have a hard time explaining this. But she's a prominent magician of all time."
Their ears perked up, and eyes sparkled in anticipation. They all leaned forward only to hear Blake.
"She's an invoker."