Their gazes flickered over at the same time, spotting Lyra also walking over to them. Though, their brows instantly curled in puzzlement towards her. Lyra was... she was walking so close to a manaless man with such a bright expression on her face?
The very thought of it confused the Mages, their eyes darting between Lyra and Gladius with poorly concealed bewilderment.
They subconsciously looked into Gladius's eyes, only for each of them to instantly pause. A sharp sensation streaked through them, like a jolt of electricity down their spines. A sharpness that made the hair on their arms and neck stand up. It was akin to being inches away from an unfathomable blade that would not stop until it had shred everything in its path.
Such a terrifying presence made the trio of Mages internally worry, their magical senses screaming danger.
