"Shall we continue, I'm sure the readers and the spectators are tired of listening to us talk," Lucian spoke as his mana started to rise and swirl around him like a living tide, thick and heavy, coiling and uncoiling like a sentient ocean that obeyed only his will.
'The readers?' Aura Nova thought to herself, confused for a moment before her book-loving side snapped into place, making her understand, 'so he thinks we are kind of in a novel and he is playing around with the fourth wall,' she mused to herself and discarded the thought as it was literally impossible that they were in a book or anything of the sort, the idea too absurd and irrational even for someone accustomed to warped realities and twisted dimensions.
