"My Lord!" Drace hurried forward, instinctively intending to help Hedrick to his feet. Even now, Hedrick remained kneeling on one knee, staring at Lord Robin with an expression filled with disbelief and confusion, as though he were trying to reconcile the man before him with everything he had thought possible only moments earlier.
Whoosh. Hedrick calmly raised a hand, signaling Drace to remain where he was. The simple motion alone released a powerful gust of air that immediately struck Drace, forcing his clothes to flutter violently and causing both him and Hedrick to instinctively lower their gazes toward Hedrick's raised hand for a brief moment.
"...?" Even Glatheon turned toward Hedrick in surprise—but not because of the strength he had displayed.
Quite the opposite.
