If he asked, she wouldn't know how to explain it, after all, that scar was something she hastily healed with Spiritual Power.
Isaac Vaughn still didn't use his hands to paddle, relying only on a gentle flick of the silver-scaled fish tail.
Seraphina Caldwell looked down at the hem of her dress.
The simple white hem floated gently with the current, yet strangely wasn't stained by a single drop of water.
Behind them, Wyatt Yardley's silhouette silently transformed.
Wyatt Yardley let out a low growl, his figure rapidly shrinking, morphing into a Zenthor.
Above their heads, Evan Orwell spread his wings, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
On the shore, Gideon Larkin and Kaelan Hawthorne were running with all their might.
This was Seraphina Caldwell's first waterway journey, and she hadn't expected that going downstream would feel so light and effortless.
She couldn't help but turn her head to ask Isaac Vaughn.
