Those not of the smartest of minds screamed about, trying to process what was on display.
They'd not expected the memories to have taken this direction, not in the least.
Most though, Magi with functioning brain cells, remained quiet, shocked in their own way.
Zafar, who could barely be considered one of them, looked like someone had just smacked the face with a wet fish.
His jaw dropped so hard one could park a whole caravan in it.
'She called him... handsome?!'
Slowly, he spun toward his entourage, needing to appease his ego.
"It's not all about being handsome, right?"
It was not a question but a demand for them to do what he 'needed.'
And his yes-men understood that perfectly, jumping into action like trained parrots.
"Of course not, my lord!"
"That'd be shallow, my lord!"
"You're WAY more handsome, my lord!"
Amidst their spree of bootlicking, an old man in the back whispered:
