It was deadly silent inside the main hall.
All the guests were looking at a corner without making a sound. Many of them were communicating through energy particles; only their lips were moving.
As Sella helped Suman stand up, she furiously glared at the son of Black Earth’s leader.
There was a black footprint in the middle of Suman’s chest and blood was trickling down his chin. The cakes, glasses of wine, and roasted meat on the table had all been blown into pieces.
The fruit wine’s aroma drifted in the air.
"That is enough, Doris," Suman said with a deadpan expression. "Sella is but a good friend of mine." He might be an untalented mortal, but he showed no fear standing up against a formal wizard.
"Are you mocking me?!" Doris’s face turned red from rage. "You have never treated me seriously, even when we were in Coran City…You must learn to respect me…" He rubbed his cheek and looked daggers at Sella.
