When the fireball collided with the rock, it was instantly obliterated. The sturdy medium-sized rock, which he had chosen specifically for its durability, shattered into countless fragments as if a massive hammer had smashed through thin glass.
Lumien stared in stunned silence at the spot where the rock once stood. Now, only a few scattered rubble pieces remained, none of which were larger than his palm. The rest had disintegrated into fine debris.
Azalea chuckled softly at his doubt. "At first, I felt obligated to tell them, thinking it was the best way to keep you safe. But after talking to you, I realized that telling them might not be the best idea. You know, I'm someone who can accept strange things more easily than most, and even I was shocked by all this. If I tell them, they'd definitely overreact—and probably make things worse for you. They've got so much on their plate already. I don't want to add more stress to their lives unnecessarily."
