In the midst of the audience's cheers, Mr. Raymond dragged Mr. Dark, who resembled a rag, back to the stands, and then, with a flick of his wrist, re-hung the darkness on the flagpole. Raymond, still fuming, returned to his "watch" position as the Director.
Lyle watched as the large, bandage-wrapped, black patty-like substance fluttered in the air, wide-eyed and tongue-tied. In the shadow cast by the "Black Flag," Sister Aryan watched Lyle, their gazes meeting. The beautiful Sister Aryan flashed a serene smile, a serenity that sent chills down Lyle's spine.
Sister Aryan used to be a member of the Holy See, and she was certainly clear about Mr. Dark's abilities and would not misinterpret Lyle's so-called magic curse. Especially within Andrey's holy light forces, the silent nun was still the sharpest one.
The prank was discovered, and he was going to die.
Fear crept up Lyle's spine, turning into a cold shiver that shot straight towards his crown.
