The red parasol unfurled, shielding Lathel.
BAM!
The terrifying lightning bolt struck the parasol with a deafening explosion. A shockwave burst forth like a raging storm, blasting outward.
Yet, the lightning dissipated—while the parasol continued to float calmly in front of Lathel.
Morlan's eyes widened as he witnessed the scene. His gaze turned distant, as if waiting for something that stirred both excitement and dread within him.
"Velithra…" he muttered.
Whoosh!
The red parasol twirled and spun backward, flying straight toward a woman walking toward them.
She caught the parasol effortlessly and used it to shield herself from the sun.
Golden hair, shining like strands of rare metal, cascaded down her shoulders, reflecting the morning light. Her face was flawless—so beautiful it felt unreal—shrouded in an alluring laziness.
