Ruella raised the question as her hands rested at her hip. Her depressed countenance was reflected in her doubt. She stared at the river and the village repeatedly.
Lee was having an idea of his own. D could only stare at his amorphous mass of thoughts forming and reforming, inside his consciousness chamber.
'D, I don't know if it would work, but I'm giving it a try.'
Without waiting for D's response, Lee raised his hands and brought his palms, upside down, in front of his chest.
*huff*
Letting out a breath through his mouth, Lee picturised an airball in his hands. As he let more and more Mana out of his reserve to form it, transformation took place as it began to condense into a pseudo-solid state.
