With bored expressions, the entire group of Avancians watched Sayu hover above them. Twirls of purplish winds wafted around her, forming a small tornado inside the hall.
She was waving her hands in the air, laughing in amusement. There wasn't any more changes in her body apart from her skin and aura. Her clothes and figure were still the same.
"How pitiful it is for you," Sayu chuckled. "You're all under my spell."
Ed was picking his nose, "Are you done?"
The grin on Sayu's face was instantly wiped out just by his words. "W-What?"
"Which one of us actually believed you?" Elliot scoffed. "Ghost? Myth? What is this, a hundred years ago?"
"What?!" Sayu growled. "You mean, no one fell for my trap?"
Elliot looked at each one of his friends, all having the same look on their faces. Stoic and disappointed. He shrugged and replied, "I guess not."
