The chronomancer shrugged her robes off, the folds of the fabric rippling as it slid down her shoulders. With a flick of her wrist, she used her telekinetic abilities to guide it to the nearby coat rack where it hung suspended in midair before gently settling into place.
Giovanni took a moment to allow his gaze to wander around the unfamiliar room, an unconscious smile on his lips.
It had only been a few days since he had been introduced to this world of magic, gods and demons yet he found himself becoming increasingly comfortable with the extraordinary feats that the beings around him could perform. The impossible had become commonplace. The initial shock and disbelief he had felt upon first discovering that Luciano was the son of the literal devil faded to the point where nothing could faze him anymore.
