For a moment, there was only stunned silence as Sylvia stared at the magic circle in awe. Michael couldn't blame her for such a reaction, after all, how often would one see something that was meant to be lost for over two-thousand years?
However, what he did not expect was what happened next.
The woman surged to her feet, her expression turning deadly serious.
Michael felt the hairs on his neck stand up as a sudden feeling of danger assaulted his senses. When he looked upon Sylvia in front of him, she seemed more like a magical beast than the calm woman he'd been speaking to just a moment ago.
"M-miss Sylvia?" He stammered, trying to stop the trembling in his voice.
Her hazel eyes shined with a violet light briefly as she stared in his direction, yet it seemed like she wasn't looking at him directly. It was bizarre.
What the hell? Is she going to attack me or something? He panicked.
