*Micah point of view*
I snapped my fingers instinctively, and the silhouette formed. A figure, shrouded in darkness, slowly emerged from the mist.
"You called me, master?" the figure asked in a low, respectful voice.
I didn't waste any time. "Is there anyone in the empire who can produce a black mist like mine?"
The figure bowed slightly. "As far as we know, no one in the empire, the kingdom, or even in this Academy possesses your unique ability."
I frowned, confused. "Weird. Then why did I see that mist earlier? It wasn't mine."
"Is there's a way to investigate what kind of magic is that?" I asks.
"We will try our best, Master" then it faded.
That thing clouded my head since the classes ended. It's impossible for Scarlet to produced it as she's someone who doesn't have any ability.
