As Arad walked outside, the people around the church started cheering and shouting. The soldiers struggled to keep them on the sidewalks, blocking them from rushing toward Arad.
Arad's eyes panned around, glowing with a purple hue as they scanned the air for magic. He could see strands of green wind magic trailing in the streets, guiding him through the buildings to where Zephyr was.
^Aella and the rest are still inside the church. What is that fairy doing?^ He took one step forward, disappearing like he never was there.
The people fell silent, then all screamed, an event he less magic-savvy folks could realize. It wasn't a normal teleportation spell. Chant-less and fluidly mixed into his motion, the epitome of what mages strive for.
